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CONTENTS 

Introduction v 

I. DRYDEN 

A Song for St. Cecilia's Day ... 3 

II. GRAY 

Elegy written in a Country Churchyard . 9 

III. GOLDSMITH 

The Traveller ...... 20 

The Deserted Village ..... 39 

IV. BURNS 

The Cotter's Saturday Night ... 60 

V. COLERIDGE 

The Ancient Mariner .... 76 



INTRODUCTION 

When a poem is read aloud it is easy to realize that 
poetry is closely related to music. Like music it 
awakens vague, mysterious feelings which cannot be 
expressed in ordinary speech ; and the person who fails 
to catch the subtle melody of a poem gets but little 
from it even though he understands perfectly the mean- 
ing of the words. To illustrate this, put into common- 
place prose a passage of beautiful verse, — for instance, 
lines 358-372 of The Ancient Mariner, beginning, 
" Sometimes a-dropping from the sky," — and then 
compare the prose version with the original. • The two 
will be found as unlike as the flower after it has been 
dissected by the botanist, and the same flower still on 
the stalk, opening its petals to the morning sun. 

The Greeks divided all poetry into three kinds, — 
lyric, epic, and dramatic poetry, and there is no better 
general division. The lyric, which is properly a song, 
expresses the transient feeling or mood of the writer, 
and therefore is never very long. One must be sensi- 
tive to the music of verse to care for a poem of this 
kind, because it tells no story. Dryden's Song for St. 
Cecilia s Day and Gray's Elegy, both included in the 
present volume, are lyrics. Among the most beautiful 
of English lyrics are Milton's Lycidas, Wordsworth's 



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Ode on Intimations of Immortality, and Shelley's To 
a Skylark and Adonais ; while of American poems of 
the same kind none is nobler than Lowell's Commemora- 
tion Ode. Short lyrics, among which are songs and son- 
nets, can be found in the works of almost every poet of 
note, whether English or American. Under the head 
of epic or narrative poetry are included long productions 
like the Iliad and the Odyssey of Homer and the 
Paradise Lost of Milton, and shorter poems, such as 
Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Longfellow's Evange- 
line. Indeed, every piece of verse that tells a story, 
however short it may be, belongs with the epics or 
narratives. Dramatic poetry includes well-known plays 
like Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice and Julius Ccesar, 
and also certain poems not written for the stage, such 
as Browning's Pippa Passes and Shelley's Prometheus 
Unbound. In a dramatic production the poet goes out 
of himself for the time being, and expresses the thoughts 
and feelings of other characters. 

It may have been noticed that in this description of 
the principal kinds of poetry, only three of the poems 
included in this book have been mentioned. This is 
because the other three — The Traveller, The Deserted 
Village, and The Cotters Saturday Night — do not fit 
exactly into any of the divisions. One would class them 
with the epics rather than with the lyrics or the dramas, 
but they are not properly narratives, because they tell 
no story; they are really descriptive and reflective 
poems. One often comes upon a difficulty of this kind 
when attempting to classify a poem, and the truth is 



INTRODUCTION Vll 

that several smaller divisions are necessary if every 
production is to be placed where it belongs. But 
while it is desirable to know whether one is reading a 
lyric, an epic, or a drama, it is far more important to 
enjoy a beautiful poem than to be able properly to 
classify it. 

The following list may prove useful to those who 
wish to know more of the poets represented in this 
volume than can be learned from the short sketches 
of their lives which it includes : 

J. R. Green : Short History of the English People; Stopford 
Brooke : English Literature j Frederick Ryland : Chronological 
Outlines of English Literature j Edmund Gosse : A History of 
Eighteenth-Century Literature; Dictionary of National Biography 
(British) ; G. Saintsbury : Dryden (English Men of Letters 
Series) ; James Russell Lowell : essay on Dryden in Among my 
Books, vol. i ; W. L. Phelps : Gray (Athenaeum Press Series) ; 
Matthew Arnold : essay on Gray in Essays in Criticism, second 
series ; James Russell Lowell : essay on Gray in Latest Literary 
Essays j Austin Dobson : Life of Golds?nith (Great Writers 
Series); William Black: Goldsmith (E. M. L. Series); J. C. 
Shairp : Burns (E. M. L. Series) ; Thomas Carlyle : essay on 
Burns in Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, and [Burns] " The 
Hero as Man of Letters" in Heroes and Hero Worship ; H. D. 
Traill : Coleridge (E. M. L. Series) ; T. Hall Caine : Life of 
Coleridge (Great Writers Series) ; J. C. Shairp : " Coleridge as 
Poet and Philosopher" in Studies in Poetry and Philosophy ; 
James Russell Lowell: "Address in Westminster Abbey, 7th 
May, 1885 " [Coleridge], in Democracy and Other Essays; A. C. 
Swinburne: Essays and Studies j Walter Pater : " Coleridge," in 
Appreciations* 



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JOHN DRYDEN 

1631-1700 

Although Dryden is but little read in these days, he 
fills an important place in the history of English literature. 
As the foremost writer of the last third of the seventeenth 
century, he is the connecting link between Milton, " the 
last of the Elizabethans," and Pope, the chief poet of the 
age of Queen Anne. He was born in Northamptonshire, 
and had the good fortune to live in the country until his 
thirteenth year, when he was sent to the famous West- 
minster School, in what is now the heart of London. A 
few years after finishing his course at Cambridge Uni- 
versity he went back to London, and lived there chiefly 
during the rest of his long and busy life. At the age of 
thirty-nine he was made poet-laureate and historiographer- 
royal, although his best work was not done until after he 
was fifty years old. From Milton's death, 1674, until his 
own in 1700, "Glorious John," as he was called, reigned 
without a rival in English letters ; and one can picture 
him as a short, stout, somewhat ruddy-faced gentleman, 
sitting in Will's Coffee House surrounded by younger 
authors who vie with one another for the honor of a pinch 
out of his snuffbox. He died at the age of sixty-nine, and 
was buried in the Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey, 
near Chaucer and Cowley. 



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Dryden is often called "the first of the moderns." This 
is because he was one of the earliest to write clear, strong 
English prose, and because as a poet he was thoughtful 
and brilliant rather than highly imaginative. Lowell says 
of him : " He had, beyond most, the gift of the right 
word. ... In ripeness of mind and bluff heartiness of 
expression he takes rank with the best." Beside prose 
works and dramas he wrote poems of many kinds, including 
translations and paraphrases. His satires are unrivaled. 
The finest is, perhaps, the first part of Absalom and Achit- 
ophel. He is now best known by two lyric poems, Alex- 
ander's Feast and the Song for St. Cecilia's Day ; while his 
Palamon and Arcite, a paraphrase of Chaucer's Knightes 
Tale, still delights the reader who cares for a good story 
in verse. 



A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY 



From harmony, 1 from heavenly harmony 
This universal frame 2 began. 
When Nature underneath a heap 

Of jarring atoms lay, 
And could not heave her head, 5 

The tuneful voice was heard from high : 

" Arise, ye more than dead ! " 
Then cold and hot and moist and dry 
In order to their stations leap, 

And Music's power obey. 10 

From harmony, from heavenly harmony 
This universal frame began ; 
From harmony to harmony 

Note. — Dryden wrote this song in 1687 f° r tne festival of St. 
Cecilia, the patron saint of music. To be appreciated it must be read 
aloud, for it is full of musical effects, especially stanzas 3-6. St. 
Cecilia has been represented by Raphael and other artists as playing 
upon some instrument, surrounded by listening angels. 

1. From harmony, etc. Some of the ancients believed that music 
helped in the creation of the heavenly bodies, and that their 
motions were accompanied by a harmony known as " the music of the 
spheres. " 

2, This universal frame, the visible universe, 

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Through all the compass of the notes it ran, 

The diapason closing full in Man. 1 15 



What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? 
When Jubal 2 struck the corded shell, 3 
His list'ning brethren stood around, 
And, wond'ring, on their faces fell 
To worship that celestial sound. 20 

Less than a god they thought there could not dwell 
Within the hollow of that shell 
That spoke so sweetly and so well. 
What passioa cannot Music raise and quell ? 



The trumpet's loud clangor 25 

Excites us to arms, 
With shrill notes of anger 

And mortal alarms. 4 
The double double double beat 

Of the thundering drum 30 

Cries, " Hark, the foes come ! 
Charge, charge, 't is too late to retreat ! " 

1. The diapason, etc. The diapason means here the entire compass 
of tones. The idea is that in man, the highest of God's creatures, are 
included all the virtues and powers of the lower creation. 

2. Jubal. It is said of Jubal : " He w T as the father of all such as 
handle the harp and organ." — Genesis iv, 21. 

3. The corded shell, i.e. the lyre. The first lyre was supposed to 
have been formed by drawing strings over a tortoise shell. 

4. Mortal alarms, i.e. notes that rouse men to deadly conflict. 



JOHN DRYDEN 



The soft complaining flute 
In dying notes discovers * 

The woes of hopeless lovers, 35 

Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. 

5 

Sharp violins proclaim 
Their jealous pangs and desperation, 
Fury, frantic indignation, 
Depth of pains and height of passion, 40 

For the fair disdainful dame. 



But oh ! what art can teach, 
What human voice can reach 
The sacred organ's praise ? 
Notes inspiring holy love, 45 

Notes that wing their heavenly ways 
To mend 2 the choirs above. 



Orpheus 3 could lead the savage race, 
And trees unrooted left their place, 

Sequacious of the lyre ; 50 

1. Discovers, reveals. 

2. Mend, amend, improve. 

3. Orpheus is said to have been a Thracian poet who moved rocks 
and trees and tamed wild beasts by playing upon his lyre. 



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But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : 
When to her organ vocal breath was given, 
An angel heard, and straight 1 appeared — 
Mistaking earth for heaven. 

GRAND CHORUS 

As from the power of sacred lays 55 

The spheres began to move, 
And sung the great Creator's praise 

To all the blest above : 
So, when the last and dreadful hour 2 
This crumbling pageant shall devour, 60 

The trumpet shall be heard on high, 
The dead shall live, the living die, 
And Music shall untune the sky. 

1. Straight, straightway, immediately. 

2. The last and dreadful hour, the Day of Judgment. 



THOMAS GRAY 

I716-1771 

In speaking of Gray, some one has said that no other 
writer has come down to posterity with such a small book 
under his arm ; and to this may be added the statement 
that every piece in his book shows careful finish. His fame 
rests mainly on three poems : the Elegy, The Progress of 
Poesy, and The Bard, Of these the Elegy is by far the 
most popular, because it expresses in simple and beautiful 
language sentiments which appeal to all, whatever their 
condition. 

In character Gray was high-minded, and in temperament 
reserved and shy. It is said that after he was acknowledged 
to be the greatest poet living in England, people used to 
watch eagerly for a glimpse of him ; but he usually managed 
to elude them and to slip away unnoticed. His sensitive- 
ness may have been due in part to the fact that his health 
was delicate and that he was much alone when a child — 
for all his brothers and sisters died in infancy. Although 
unfortunate in his father, he was blessed with a devoted 
mother, who by her exertions enabled him to go to Cam- 
bridge University. It is pleasant to know that he warmly 
returned her love and that he now rests by her side in the 
churchyard at Stoke Poges, which is always associated with the 
Elegy. On her tomb he placed the inscription " — mother 
of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune 
to survive her." Gray's friends were warmly attached to 

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him. With one of them, Horace Walpole, the well-known 
author and collector, he traveled on the continent soon 
after leaving the university ; and although they quarreled 
and separated the friendship was renewed later. Gray never 
married. In 1742 he returned to Cambridge and lived there 
during the rest of his life, with the exception of two years 
spent in London. After he became famous the laureate- 
ship was offered to him, but his dislike of publicity caused 
him to refuse it. In 1768 he was made Professor of Modern 
History and Languages at Cambridge. All his life he was 
a student ; indeed he was the most learned of the English 
poets, except possibly Milton. In some respects he was in 
advance of his age. He appreciated certain kinds of poetry 
that no one else v liked in his time, and he cared greatly for 
wild nature. In these days, when almost every one loves 
rugged mountains and remote regions by the sea, it is hard 
to realize that there ever was a time when most persons 
preferred to look upon trim or even stiff gardens or the 
cultivated grounds of a country seat ; but such was the case. 
Gray's admiration for wild nature comes out in his prose, 
especially in his letters, and in his Journal in the Lakes 
written in 1769 ; but later writers, Wordsworth above all, 
have expressed the same feeling in delightful verse. 

As a poet Gray stands for beauty of form rather than for 
depth of thought or breadth of sympathy. He is first of all 
an artist, and his poems are among the most perfect in the 
English language. 



ELEGY 

WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD 

The curfew * tolls the knell of parting day, 
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, 

The plowman homeward plods his weary way, 
And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, 5 

And all the air a solemn stillness holds, 
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, 

And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; 

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r 

The moping owl does to the moon complain 10 

Note. — The Elegy was finished at Stoke Poges in 1750, when the 
poet was thirty-four years old. It was so popular that one edition 
followed quickly up'on another, and it was even translated into foreign 
languages. 

Notice that throughout the poem the lines are of equal length, each 
consisting of five feet or measures, and that in a stanza the alternate 
lines rhyme. 

1. The curfew was an evening bell which originally warned people to 
cover their fires, put out their lights, and go to bed. It w T as instituted 
in England after the Norman Conquest. The word comes from the 
French couvrir (cover) and feu (fire). 

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Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r, 
Molest her ancient solitary reign. 

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, 
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, 

Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, 15 

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 

The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, 1 

The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, 

The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, 

No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 20 

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, 
Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; 

No children run to lisp their sire's return, 
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. 

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, 25 

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe 2 has broke ; 

How jocund did they drive their team afield ! 

How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! 

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, 

Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; 30 

Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile 

The short and simple annals of the poor. 

1. Incense-breathing Morn. The poet regards the morning as a per- 
son ; that is, he personifies morning. Personification is seldom used 
now, but the eighteenth-century poets delighted in it. It is frequently 
employed in this poem. 

2. Glebe, soil, ground. 



THOMAS GRAY II 

The boast of heraldry, 1 the pomp of pow'r, 
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, 

Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. 35 

The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 

Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault, 
If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise, 

Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault 2 
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. 40 

Can storied urn 3 or animated 4 bust 

Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? 

Can Honour's voice provoke 5 the silent dust, 
Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death ? 

Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid 45 

Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; 

Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, 
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. 

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page 

Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; 50 

Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, 
And froze the genial current of the soul. 

1. The boast of heraldry, i.e. whatever has to do with high rank or 
pride of birth. 

2. Where through the long-drawn aisle, etc. It was the custom to 
bury the poorer people of a village in the churchyard, and the rich or 
high-born in the church. 

3. Storied urn. Funeral urns such as were used by the ancients 
were frequently decorated with scenes from the life of the deceased. 

4. Animated, i.e. life-like. 

5. Provoke, call forth, call back to life. 



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Full many a gem of purest ray serene 1 

The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : 

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, 55 

And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 

Some village-Hampden, 2 that with dauntless breast, 
The little Tyrant of his fields withstood, 

Some mute inglorious Milton 3 here may rest, 

Some Cromwell 4 guiltless of his country's blood. 60 

Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, 

The threats of pain and ruin to despise, 
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, 

And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes, 

Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone 65 

Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; 

Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, 
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, 

The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, 

To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, 70 

1. Full many a gem, etc. One of the best-known stanzas in English 
poetry. 

2. Village-Hampden. John Hampden was an English patriot who 
refused to pay taxes levied by the king without the consent of Parlia- 
ment, and who died in 1643 fr° m a wound received while fighting for 
the liberties of England. 

3. Milton. John Milton (1 608-1674), the author of Paradise Lost, 
is generally ranked as the greatest English poet after Shakespeare. 

4. Cromwell. Oliver Cromwell (1 599-1658), the famous Protector, 
is now regarded by historians in general as one of the foremost cham- 
pions of English liberty. 



THOMAS GRAY I 3 

Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride 
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. 

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, 
Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; 

Along the cool sequestered vale of life 75 

They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 

Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect, 

Some frail memorial still 1 erected nigh, 
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, 

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. 80 

Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered Muse, 2 

The place of fame and elegy supply : 
And many a holy text around she strews, 

That teach the rustic moralist to die. 

For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, 85 

This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, 

Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, 
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind ? 

On some fond breast the parting soul relies, 

Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; 90 

Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries 3 
Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. 

1. Still, always. 

2. Th' unlettered Muse. In Greek mythology the Muses were nine 
goddesses who presided over the arts and sciences, song, and the differ- 
ent kinds of poetry. The true poet was supposed to be inspired by 
them. Gray imagines a new kind of Muse who inspires the writers of 
crude epitaphs. 



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For thee, who mindful of th' unhonored Dead 1 
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; 

If chance, 2 by lonely Contemplation led, 95 

Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, 

Haply some hoary-headed swain 3 may say, 
" Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn 

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, 

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. 4 100 

" There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, 
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, 

His listless length at noontide would he stretch, 
And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 

" Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, 105 

Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; 

Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, 

Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. 

" One morn I missed him on the customed hill, 

Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; no 

Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, 

Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; 

1. For thee, who mindful, etc. Gray refers to himself as the writer 
of this poem. 

2. Chance, perchance. 

3. Swain, countryman. By swain the poets usually mean a country 
gallant or lover. 

4. Lawn, a cleared place in a wood, not cultivated. Now, of 
course, the word always means grassland near a house which is kept 
closely cut. 



THOMAS GRAY I 5 

" The next, with dirges due in sad array 

Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. 

Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay 115 

Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' ' 

THE EPITAPH 

Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, 
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown. 

Fair Science 1 frowned not on his humble birth, 

And Melancholy marked him for her own. 120 

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, 
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send : 

He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, 

He gained from Heaven ('t was all he wished) a friend. 

No farther seek his merits to disclose, 125 

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, 

(There they alike in trembling hope repose,) 
The bosom of his Father and his God. 

I. Science, knowledge in general, not natural science only. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 

1728-1774 

Goldsmith was born in Pallas, an out-of-the-way hamlet 
in Longford County, Ireland, where his father, the curate, 
was looked upon as "passing rich, with forty pounds a 
year." Not long after, the family removed to Lissoy, in the 
County of Westmeath, where they lived in much comfort. 
Here Oliver passed his childhood and youth, and it is doubt- 
less to Lissoy that his thoughts returned when he wrote of 
" Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain. " As a boy 
he had his share of troubles. In school he was pronounced 
" a stupid, heavy blockhead, " and he was often made sport 
of by his companions on account of his awkward figure and 
his homely face, pitted with the smallpox. In his eight- 
eenth year he entered Trinity College, Dublin, as a sizar, 
that is, a poor student who pays in part for his tuition by 
doing certain kinds of work. After four years devoted to 
study — spiced with a good deal of fun — he graduated at 
the foot of his class. 

At twenty-one he showed no special bent. For a while he 
lived with his mother, now a widow, and idled his time away 
with gay companions. After being refused a position in 
the church, he resolved to try teaching ; but this occupa- 
tion proved so little to his taste that he decided to give it 
up and study medicine. With the help of a generous uncle 
he entered the medical school at Edinburgh, leaving Ireland 
never to return. At the end of a year and a half he 

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concluded that foreign travel would do more for him than a 
longer stay in Scotland. His uncle sent him twenty pounds, 
and with this he reached Leyden, where, if he possibly 
attended a few lectures, he certainly associated with wild 
companions who helped him to get rid of his money. 
Having succeeded in borrowing a small sum, he was about 
to leave Leyden, when in a florist's garden he saw a rare, 
high-priced flower which he felt sure would delight his kind 
uncle, who was an enthusiast in flower culture. Without a 
thought of his own needs he ran in, bought a parcel of the 
roots, and sent them off to Ireland ; then, with a guinea in his 
pocket, he started on his travels. Although his uncle may 
have sent him small sums occasionally, it is not easy to see 
how he managed to wander as he did from country to 
country. It is said that he paid his way among the peas- 
ants by flute playing, and that he returned the hospitality of 
convents by disputing on learned subjects ; but these stories 
are doubtless fictitious. One thing is certain, he arrived 
in London in February, 1756, having reached the age of 
twenty-eight, with a medical degree, but with no money 
in his pocket. 

For two years he lived in the great city poor and unknown. 
He was in turn apothecary's assistant, poor physician, proof- 
reader, usher in a " classical school," and hack writer. At 
last, almost discouraged, he decided to obtain if possible the 
position of factory surgeon on the Coromandel coast, in 
India. He failed to get the place, and was also unsuccessful 
in his efforts to pass the examination at Surgeon's Hall for 
the humble post of hospital mate. 

At this point there was a turn in the tide of his fortunes. 
While seeking employment as a physician, he had been 
engaged upon a work called Enquiry into the Present State of 
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his career as an author began. His essays, which appeared 
in numerous magazines, brought him into further notice, 
especially a series collected later under the title, T'he Citizen 
of the World. In 1764 he became a member of Dr. John- 
son's famous " Literary Club " that met at the " Turk's 
Head." It was to Johnson that he once said, alluding to 
his heavy style, — " If you were to make little fishes talk, 
they would talk like whales." But there was no malice in 
this remark, for the doctor was one of his stanch friends. 
Among the other nine original members of the club were 
Sir Joshua Reynolds, the artist, and Edmund Burke, the 
noted statesman. Before long The Traveller and The 
Deserted Village gave Goldsmith a foremost place among 
the poets of the v time, and The Vicar of Wakefield, published 
in 1776, brought him fame as a novelist. This book 
remains to-day, after the lapse of nearly a century and a 
half, one of the most widely read of English novels. Two 
comedies, The Good-natured Man and She Stoops to Co?iquer, 
complete the list of his well-known works, while he wrote 
many others that were enjoyed by his contemporaries. 
He died of a fever at the age of forty-six, and was buried 
in the burial ground of the Temple Church. Two years 
later a monument was erected to his memory in Westmin- 
ster Abbey. 

This short sketch of Goldsmith's life makes it clear that 
he lacked strength of character and was wanting also in 
practical wisdom. Even after he became a successful author 
his extravagance kept him poor, and he died largely in debt. 
Many stories are told illustrating his innocent vanity and 
the love of gay clothing which made him conspicuous even 
in an age of ruffled shirts and silver knee-buckles. One of 
his biographers describes him as arriving at a friend's house 
where he was to dine, "with his new wig, with his coat of 



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Tyrian bloom and blue silk breeches, with a smart sword at 
his side, his gold-headed cane in his hand, and his hat under 
his elbow." But while he had more than his share of weak- 
nesses, it must be granted that " e'en his failings leaned to 
Virtue's side." He was sensitive, open-hearted, generous, 
and kindly — always ready to help those less fortunate 
than himself. If in Parson Primrose and in the " village 
preacher " of The Traveller he has painted portraits of his 
father, the country curate, there is something of himself as 
well in these lovable characters. Both in poetry and in 
prose his style is easy and delightful ; his humor has no 
sting. Everything that comes from his pen has the flavor 
of his quaint personality. In spite of his failings — or 
possibly in part because of them — this son of Ireland is 
one of the most popular of English writers. 



THE TRAVELLER; 

OR, A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY 

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, 

Or by the lazy Scheld 1 or wandering Po ; 

Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor 2 

Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; 

Or where Campania's plain 3 forsaken lies, 5 

A weary waste expanding to the skies ; 

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, 

My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee ; 

Still to my brother 4 turns, with ceaseless pain, 

And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. 10 

Note. — Although many of the poet's statements are greatly exagger- 
ated, The Traveller is interesting because it contains beautiful descrip- 
tions and apt expressions of thought. The verse employed is the 
heroic couplet, the favorite verse of the eighteenth-century poets. The 
lines rhyme in pairs, and often a couplet expresses a complete thought. 
Each line contains five feet, or measures. 

1. Scheld. The Schelde, or Scheldt, empties into the North Sea, 
near Antwerp. 

2. Carinthian boor. Carinthia is a province of Austria. 

3. Campania's plain. Campania includes, among other districts, the 
province of Naples. 

4. My brother. Probably the poet alludes to his elder brother, 
Henry, who lived in Ireland. To him he is said to have sent the first 
part of his poem, from Switzerland. 

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Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend, 
And round his dwelling guardian saints attend : 
Blest be that spot where cheerful guests retire 
To pause from toil, and trim their ev'ning fire : 
Blest that abode where want and pain repair, 15 

And every stranger finds a ready chair : 
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned, 
Where all the ruddy family around 
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, 
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; 20 

Or press the bashful stranger to his food, 
And learn the luxury of doing good. 

But me, not destined such delights to share, 
My prime of life in wand' ring spent and care; 
Impelled, with steps unceasing, to pursue 25 

Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view; 
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, 
Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; 
My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, 
And find no spot of all the world my own. 30 

Even now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, 
I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; 
And placed on high above the storm's career, 
Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; 
Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, 35 

The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride. 

When thus Creation's charms around combine, 
Amidst the store should thankless pride repine ? 
Say, should the philosophic mind disdain 
That good which makes each humbler bosom vain ? 40 



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Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, 1 

These little things are great to little man ; 

And wiser he, whose sympathetic mind 

Exults in all the good of all mankind. 

Ye glitt'ring towns, with wealth and splendor 

crowned ; 45 

Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round ; 
Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale ; 
Ye bending swains, 2 that dress the flow'ry vale ; 
For me your tributary stores combine : 
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine. 50 

As some lone miser, visiting his store, 
Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; 
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, 
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still : 
Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, 55 

Pleased with each good that Heaven to man supplies : 
Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, 
To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; 
And oft I wish amidst the scene to find 
Some spot to real happiness consigned, 60 

Where my worn soul, each wand'ring hope at rest, 
May gather bliss to see my fellows blest. 

But where to find that happiest spot below 
Who can direct, when all pretend to know? 
The shudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone 65 

Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; 

1. Let school-taught pride, etc. i.e. let the philosopher pretend, if 
he will, that material things are of small importance. 

2. Swains, a name used by poets for young men living in the 
country, especially lovers. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 23 

Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, 

And his long nights of revelry and ease : 

The naked negro, panting at the line, 1 

Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, 70 

Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, 

And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. 

Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam ; 

His first, best country ever is at home. 

And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, 75 

And estimate the blessings which they share, 

Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find 

An equal portion dealt to all mankind ; 

As different good, by Art or Nature given, 

To different nations makes their blessings even. 80 

Nature, a mother kind alike to all, 
Still grants her bliss at Labor's earnest call : 
With food as well the peasant is supplied 
On Idra's cliffs 2 as Arno's shelvy side; 3 
And though the rocky crested summits frown, 85 

These rocks by custom turn to beds of down. 
From Art more various are the blessings sent ; 
Wealth, commerce, honor, liberty, content. 
Yet these each other's power so strong contest, 
That either seems destructive of the rest. 4 90 

1. The line, the equinoctial line, the equator. 

2. Idra's cliffs. Idria is a town among the mountains in Carniola, 
Austria. Near it are mines of quicksilver. 

3. Arno's shelvy side. Shelvy, or shelving, means sloping gradually. 
Florence is on the Arno. 

4. Either seems, etc. Either properly signifies one of two ; it has 
occasionally been used for one of several, as Goldsmith uses it here. 



24 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails 
And honor sinks where commerce long prevails. 1 
Hence every state, to one loved blessing prone, 
Conforms and models life to that alone. 
Each to the favorite happiness attends, 95 

And spurns the plan that aims at other ends : 
Till carried to excess in each domain, 
This fav'rite good begets peculiar pain. 

But let us try these truths with closer eyes, 
And trace them through the prospect as it lies : 100 

Here for a while my proper cares 2 resigned, 
Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; 
Like yon neglected shrub at random cast, 
That shades the steep, and sighs at every blast. 

Far to the right, where Apennine ascends, 105 

Bright as the summer, Italy extends : 
Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side, 
Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; 
While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between 
With venerable grandeur mark the scene. no 

Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast, 
The sons of Italy were surely blest. 
Whatever fruits in different climes were found, 
That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground ; 

1. And honor sinks, etc., a sentiment common in the poet's day, 
but entertained by few persons in these times. Formerly, in many 
European countries, trade, even on a large scale, was considered 
belittling. A gentleman's son might enter the Church, the army, or 
the navy, but he must not become a merchant. 

2. My proper cares, my own, my personal cares. 



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Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, 115 

Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; 
Whatever sweets salute the northern sky 
With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; 
These, here disporting, own the kindred soil, 
Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil; 120 

While sea-born gales their gelid 1 wings expand 
To winnow 2 fragrance round the smiling land. 
But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, 
And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. 3 
In florid beauty groves and fields appear; 125 

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. 
Contrasted faults through all his manners reign : 
Though poor, luxurious ; though submissive, vain ; 
Though grave, yet trifling ; zealous, yet untrue ; 
And ev'n in penance planning sins anew. 130 

All evils here contaminate the mind 
That opulence departed leaves behind ; 
For wealth was theirs, 4 not far removed the date 
When commerce proudly flourished through the state , 

1. Gelid, cold. 

2. To winnow, to fan. 

3. Sensual bliss is all the nation knows. This has never been true of 
the Italians. At the end of the fifteenth century Italy was the center of 
European civilization ; at the close of the sixteenth she was exhausted and 
helpless ; in 1748, by the treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle, she was divided among 
various European powers ; after a long struggle the greater part of the 
country was united under Victor Emmanuel, who was proclaimed king in 
1 861. Italy has now, besides elementary and higher schools, twenty- 
one universities. 

4. For wealth was theirs. Venice, Genoa, and Florence were cities 
of great wealth during the latter part of the Middle Ages. 



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At her command the palace learnt to rise, 1 135 

Again the long-fallen column sought the skies, 2 

The canvas glowed, beyond e'en nature warm, 3 

The pregnant quarry teemed with human form ; 

Till, more unsteady than the southern gale, 

Commerce on other shores displayed her sail; 4 140 

While nought remained of all that riches gave, 

But towns unmanned, and lords without a slave : 

And late the nation found with fruitless skill 

Its former strength was but plethoric ill. 5 

Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied 145 

By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride ; 
From these the feeble heart and long-fall'n mind 
An easy compensation seem to find. 
Here may be seen, in bloodless pomp arrayed, 

1. The palace learnt to rise. Beside palaces, there are in Italy 
many noted buildings which the poet must have seen. Among these 
are St. Peter's in Rome, the cathedral in Milan, and St. Mark's in 
Venice. 

2. Again the long-fallen column, etc. When architecture began to 
flourish anew in Italy, early in the Middle Ages, many of the columns 
used were taken from the ruins of buildings erected during the days of 
the Roman Empire. 

3. The canvas glowed. Giotto, born about 1266, was one of the 
first of the Italian painters who gained distinction. Later came Leo- 
nardo da Vinci, Raphael, Michelangelo, Titian, and many others. 
Michelangelo (147 5-1 564) was sculptor, architect, and writer, as well 
as painter. Benvenuto Cellini, born in 1500, was noted as goldsmith, 
sculptor, and writer. 

4. More unsteady than the southern gale, etc. The discovery of 
America and the opening of a route to India by the way of the 
Cape of Good Hope, seriously affected the commerce of the Italian 
seaports. 

5. Plethoric ill, ill caused by excess. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 2J 

The paste-board triumph and the cavalcade, 150 

Processions formed for piety and love, 

A mistress or a saint in every grove. 

By sports like these are all their cares beguiled ; 

The sports of children satisfy the child. 

Each nobler aim, repressed by long control, 155 

Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul ; 

While low delights, succeeding fast behind, 

In happier meanness occupy the mind : 

As in those domes where Caesars 1 once bore sway, 

Defaced by time and tottering in decay, 160 

There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, 

The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; 

And, wond'ring man could want the larger pile, 

Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. 

My soul, turn from them, turn we to survey, 165 

Where rougher climes a nobler race display ; 
Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread, 
And force a churlish soil 2 for scanty bread. 
No product here the barren hills afford, 
But man and steel, the soldier and his sword : 3 170 

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, 
But winter ling'ring chills the lap of May : 



1. Caesars. The name Ccesar was assumed by all the Roman 
emperors. Kaiser and tsar, or czar, come from the word. 

2. A churlish soil. Nearly three-quarters of the soil of Switzerland 
is productive. 

3. The soldier and his sword. In former times the Swiss frequently 
served as soldiers in different European countries as a means of earn- 
ing a living. Many monarchs had Swiss guards for their personal 
safety. 



28 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

No Zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, 
But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. 

Yet, still, even here content can spread a charm, 175 
Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. 
Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts tho' small, 
He sees his little lot the lot of all ; 
Sees no contiguous palace 1 rear its head 
To shame the meanness of his humble shed ; 180 

No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal 
To make him loath his vegetable meal ; 
But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, 2 
Each wish contracting fits him to the soil. 
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, 185 

Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes ; 
With patient angle trolls the finny deep ; 
Or drives his venturous plowshare to the steep ; 
Or seeks the den where snow-tracks mark the way, 
And drags the struggling savage 3 into day. 190 

At night returning, every labor sped, 
He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; 
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys 
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; 
While his loved partner, boastful of her hoard, 195 

Displays her cleanly platter on the board : 

1. Sees no contiguous palace. The peasant now sees hotels, if not 
palaces. The Swiss hotels, like the Swiss roads, are among the best in 
the world. 

2. Bred in ignorance and toil. Switzerland has at present, beside 
lower schools, seven institutions of higher learning, five of which are 
universities. 

3. Savage, savage beast. Few of these can be found in Switzer- 
land now. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 29 

And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, 
With many a tale repays the nightly bed. 1 

Thus every good his native wilds impart 
Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; 200 

And ev'n those ills that round his mansion rise 
Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. 
Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, 
And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; 
And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, 205 

Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, 
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar 
But bind him to his native mountains more. 

Such are the charms to barren states assigned ; 2 
Their wants but few, their wishes all confined. 210 

Yet let them only share the praises due : 
If few their wants, their pleasures are but few ; 
For every want that stimulates the breast 
Becomes a source of pleasure when redressed; 
Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies 215 
That first excites desire, and then supplies ; 
Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, 
To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; 
Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, 
Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. 220 
Their level life is but a smould'ring fire, 

1. With many a tale, etc. Possibly the poet alludes to his own 
experiences. 

2. Such are the charms, etc. In this and the following lines the 
poet paints a picture that has not for centuries been true of the Swiss 
as a people. Their principal cities have long been centers of refine- 
ment ancj of intellectual activity. 



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Unquenched by want, unfanned by strong desire ; 

Unfit for raptures, or, if raptures cheer 

On some high festival of once a year, 

In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, 225 

Till, buried in debauch, the bliss expire. 

But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow : 
Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low ; 
For, as refinement stops, from sire to son 
Unaltered, unimproved, the manners run, 230 

And love's and friendship's finely-pointed dart 
Fall blunted from each indurated heart. 
Some sterner virtues o'er the mountain's breast 
May sit, like falcons, cow' ring on the nest ; 
But all the gentler morals, such as play 235 

Thro' life's more cultured walks, and charm the way, 
These, far dispersed, on timorous pinions fly, 
To sport and flutter in a kinder sky. 

To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, 
I turn ; and France displays her bright domain. 240 

Gay, sprightly land of mirth and social ease, 
Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please, 
How often have I led thy sportive choir, 
With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire ? 
Where shading elms along the margin grew, 245 

And freshened from the wave the Zephyr flew ; 
And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, 
But mocked all tune, and marred the dancer's skill, 
Yet would the village praise my wonderous power, 
And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. 250 

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 3 I 

Have led their children through the mirthful maze, 
And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, 1 
Has frisked beneath the burthen of threescore. 

So blest a life these thoughtless realms display; 255 
Thus idly busy rolls their world away ; 2 
Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear, 
For honor forms the social temper here. 
Honor, that praise which real merit gains, 
Or even imaginary worth obtains, 26 ° 

Here passes current : paid from hand to hand, 
It shifts in splendid traffic round the land ; 
From courts to camps, to cottages, it strays, 
And all are taught an avarice of praise. 
They please, are pleased ; they give to get esteem ; 265 
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem. 

But while this softer art their bliss supplies, 
It gives their follies also room to rise ; 
For praise too dearly loved, or warmly sought, 
Enfeebles all internal strength of thought, 270 

And the weak soul, within itself unblest, 
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. 
Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art, 
Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart ; 
Here vanity assumes her pert grimace, 275 

1. Gestic lore, the art of dancing. 

2. Thus idly busy, etc. The French peasant has always been 
noted for his industry and economy. This picture was drawn before 
the French revolution, when the lower classes were miserably poor and 
the nobles reckless in their extravagance. France has now a remarkable 
system of public instruction and many large institutions of higher learn- 
ing. In matters where taste is concerned she still leads the world. 



32 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

And trims her robes of frieze * with copper lace ; 

Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer, 

To boast one splendid banquet once a year ; 

The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws, 

Nor weighs the solid worth of self-applause. 280 

To men of other minds my fancy flies, 
Embosomed in the deep where Holland 2 lies. 
Methinks her patient sons before me stand, 
Where the broad ocean leans against the land, 
And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, 285 

Lift the tall rampire's 3 artificial pride. 
Onward methinks, and diligently slow, 
The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; 
Spreads its long arms amidst the wat'ry roar, 
Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore. 290 

While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, 
Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile : 
The slow canal, the yellow blossomed vale, 
The willow tufted bank, the gliding sail, 
The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, — 295 

A new creation rescued from his reign. 

Thus while around the wave- subjected soil 
Impels the native to repeated toil, 
Industrious habits in each bosom reign, 
And industry begets a love of gain. 300 

Hence all the good from opulence that springs, 4 

1. Frieze, coarse woolen cloth. 

2. Holland is now known as The Netherlands. The sovereign is 
the young queen Wilhelmina, who began to reign in 1898. 

3. Rampire, a dam or dike. 

4. From opulence that springs. Holland was a great commercial 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 33 

With all those ills superfluous treasure brings, 

Are here displayed. Their much-loved wealth imparts 

Convenience, plenty, elegance, and arts : 

But view them closer, craft and fraud appear ; 305 

E'en liberty itself is bartered here. 

At gold's superior charms all freedom flies ; 

The needy sell it, and the rich man buys ; 

A land of tyrants and a den of slaves, 

Here wretches seek dishonorable graves, 310 

And calmly bent, to servitude conform, 

Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. 1 

Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires 2 of old, 

Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; 

War in each breast, and freedom on each brow : 315 

How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! 

Fired at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, 
And flies where Britain courts the western spring ; 
Where lawns 3 extend that scorn Arcadian pride, 4 
And brighter streams than famed Hydaspis 5 glide. 320 

power during the seventh century ; then her commerce dwindled, and 
after 17 13 she was of small political importance. Of course the poet's 
description is greatly exaggerated. 

1. Dull as their lakes. The Netherlands can at present boast of 
four public universities. 

2. Belgic sires. Beiges was the name given to the early inhabitants 
of Holland and certain regions near that country. 

3. Lawns, cleared places in a w T ood ; not cultivated grassland near a 
house, as now. 

4. Arcadian pride. Arcadia is an inland country in Greece, often 
mentioned by poets as a place of ideal beauty. 

5. Famed Hydaspis. The river Jhelum, or Jhelam, in India, 
about which many fabulous stories used to be told. One was, that 
its sands were of gold, 



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There all around the gentlest breezes stray ; 

There gentle music melts on every spray ; 

Creation's mildest charms are there combined, 

Extremes are only in the master's mind ! 

Stern o'er each bosom Reason holds her state, 325 

With daring aims irregularly great ; 

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, 

I see the lords of human kind pass by ; 

Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, 

By forms unfashioned, fresh from Nature's hand, 330 

Fierce in their native hardiness of soul, 

True to imagined right, above control, 

While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan, 

And learns to venerate himself as man. 

Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictured here ; 335 
Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear : 
Too blest indeed, were such without alloy : 
But fostered even by Freedom ills annoy : 
That independence Britons prize too high 
Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie ; 340 
The self-dependent lordlings 1 stand alone, 
All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown. 
Here, by the bonds of nature feebly held, 
Minds combat minds, repelling and repelled ; 2 
Ferments arise, imprisoned factions roar, 345 

1. The self-dependent lordlings. Probably in no country in the 
world have the nobility been so popular as in England. It has been 
said that an Englishman " dearly loves a lord." 

2. Repelling and repelled. Goldsmith, who grew up among the 
warm-hearted people of Lissoy, was doubtless often hurt by the apparent 
coldness of his English friends. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 35 

Repressed ambition struggles round her shore, 
Till, over-wrought, the general system feels 
Its motions stop, or frenzy fire the wheels. 

Nor this the worst. As nature's ties decay, 
As duty, love, and honor fail to sway, 350 

Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law, 
Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe. 
Hence all obedience bows to these alone, 
And talent sinks, and merit weeps unknown : 
Till time may come, when, stripped of all her charms, 355 
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms, 
Where noble stems transmit the patriot flame, 
Where kings have toiled and poets wrote for fame, 
One sink of level avarice * shall lie, 
And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonored die. 360 

Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I state, 
I mean to flatter kings, or court the great : 
Ye powers of truth that bid my soul aspire, 
Far from my bosom drive the low desire. 
And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel 365 

The rabble's rage and tyrant's angry steel ; 
Thou transitory flower, alike undone 
By proud contempt or favor's fostering sun, 
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure ! 
I only would repress them to secure : 370 

For just experience tells, in every soil, 

1. One sink of level avarice. At the time The Traveller was written 
many noted English statesmen had low moral standards and were 
willing to use corrupt means to gain their ends. Still, the great body 
of the people were but slightly affected by this state of things, and 
England was soon to enter upon a new and better era. 



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That those who think must govern those that toil ; 1 

And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach 

Is but to lay proportioned loads on each. 

Hence, should one order disproportioned grow, 375 

Its double weight must ruin all below. 

O then how blind to all that truth requires, 
Who think it freedom when a part aspires ! 
Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms, 
Except when fast approaching danger warms ; 380 

But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, 
Contracting regal power to stretch their own, 
When I behold a factious band agree 
To call it freedom when themselves are free, 
Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, 385 

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law, 2 
The wealth of climes where savage nations roam 3 
Pillaged from slaves to purchase slaves at home, 
Fear, pity, justice, indignation start, 
Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling heart ; 390 

Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, 
I fly from petty tyrants to the throne. 

Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour 
When first ambition struck at regal power ; 

1. Those who think, etc. Americans believe that the thinkers should 
toil and the toilers think. When Goldsmith's line was written great igno- 
rance prevailed among the working classes in all European countries. 

2. Rich men rule the law. Bribery was common in England at this 
time. Although conditions gradually improved, many abuses remained 
until they were swept away by the famous Reform Bill of 1832. 

3. The wealth of climes, etc. It will be remembered that England 
was having serious trouble at the time this poem was written, both with 
the people of India and with the American colonists.. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 37 

And thus polluting honor in its source, 395 

Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force. 

Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled shore, 

Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore, 1 

Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste, 

Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste ? 400 

Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain, 

Lead stern depopulation in her train, 

And over fields where scattered hamlets rose 

In barren solitary pomp repose ? 

Have we not seen at pleasure's lordly call 405 

The smiling long-frequented village fall ? 

Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed, 2 

The modest matron, and the blushing maid, 

Forced from their homes, a melancholy train, 3 

To traverse climes beyond the western main ; 410 

Where wild Oswego 4 spreads her swamps around, 

And Niagara 4 stuns with thund'ring sound ? 

Even now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays 
Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, 
Where beasts with man divided empire claim, 415 

And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; 
There, while above the giddy tempest flies, 
And all around distressful yells arise, 

1. Her useful sons, etc. The slave trade was not abolished in the 
British Empire until 1807. 

2. Decayed, fallen as to social condition. 

3. Forced from their homes. Many Englishmen came to America 
willingly. The poet fails to understand the adventurous spirit of the 
emigrant. 

4. Oswego; Niagara. At this time the regions named were in the 
wilderness. Note the poet's pronunciation of A T iagara. 



38 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

The pensive exile, bending with his woe, 
To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, 420 

Casts a long look where England's glories shine, 
And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. 
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find 
That bliss which only centers in the mind : 
Why have I strayed from pleasure and repose, 425 

To seek a good each government bestows ? 1 
In every government, though terrors reign, 
Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws restrain, 
How small, of all that human hearts endure, 
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ; 430 
Still to ourselves in every place consigned, 
Our own felicity we make or find : 
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, 
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. 
The lifted ax, the agonizing wheel, 435 

Luke's iron crown, 2 and Damiens' bed of steel, 3 
To men remote from power but rarely known, 
Leave reason, faith, and conscience all our own. 

1. A good each government bestows. It would not be easy to men- 
tion the special good bestowed by certain governments ; by that of 
Turkey, for instance. 

2. Luke's iron crown. George Dosia, with his brother Luke, 
headed an unsuccessful revolt in Hungary in the sixteenth century. 
George — not Luke — was put to death by means of a red-hot iron 
crown. In the Middle Ages this punishment was sometimes employed 
in the case of persons who had attempted to seize the royal power. 

3. Damiens' bed of steel. Robert Francois Damiens attempted to 
assassinate Louis XV in 1757. Before being put to death he was 
cruelly tortured, but the " bed of steel " was not used. 



THE DESERTED VILLAGE 

Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain ; 

Where health and plenty cheered the laboring swain, 

Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, 

And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : 

Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, 5 

Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, 

How often have I loitered o'er thy green, 

Where humble happiness endeared each scene ! 

How often have I paused on every charm, 

The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, 10 

The never-failing brook, the busy mill, 

The decent 2 church that topped the neighboring hill, 

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, 

For talking age and whispering lovers made ! 

How often have I blessed the coming day, 15 

When toil remitting lent its turn to play, 

Note. — The Deserted Village, published in 1770, was immediately 
popular, and to-day few English poems are so widely read or so often 
quoted. If the poet had in mind any special place when writing of 
" Sweet Auburn," it was probably Lissoy, in Ireland, where he grew up ; 
but the village of his imagination is lovelier than any actual spot, and 
there is no use in hunting for it on the map. See the first note on The 
Traveller for remarks on metre, etc. 

1. Decent, appropriate, fitting. Consult the dictionary for the 
present meanings of the word. 

39 



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And all the village train, from labor free, 
Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, 
While many a pastime circled in the shade, 
The young contending as the old surveyed ; 20 

And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, 
And sleights of art and feats of strength went round. 
And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, 
Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; 
The dancing pair that simply sought renown 25 

By holding out to tire each other down ; 
The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, 
While secret laughter tittered round the place ; 
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, 
The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. 30 
These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these, 
With sweet succession, taught even toil to please : 
These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed : 
These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled. 
Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, 1 35 

Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; 
Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, 
And desolation saddens all thy green : 
One only master 2 grasps the whole domain, 
And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain. 40 

1. Lawn, a cleared space in a wood. 

2. One only master, etc. Sometimes, in England or in Ireland, 
a wealthy man would buy a large tract of land, pull down the houses, 
and turn the entire region into parks or hunting grounds. Such a man 
was not necessarily a tyrant. In many cases the villages demolished 
were deserted because the inhabitants had left them to seek more 
comfortable homes across the ocean. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 4 1 

No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, 

But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way ; 

Along thy glades, a solitary guest, 

The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest ; 

Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, 45 

And tires their echoes with unvaried cries ; 

Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, 

And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall ; 

And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, 

Far, far away thy children leave the land. 50 

111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, 
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : 1 
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; 
A breath can make them, as a breath has made : 2 
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, 55 

When once destroyed, can never be supplied. 

A time there was, ere England's griefs began, 3 
When every rood of ground maintained its man ; 
For him light labor spread her wholesome store, 

1. Decay, i.e. deteriorate, lose their high moral character. Although 
this is not the inevitable consequence of great wealth, it is certainly 
one of its dangers. 

2. A breath can make them. Breath was used by older writers in 
the sense of words. The poet's meaning is, that kings can easily make 
new lords by conferring titles upon their favorites. This was a com- 
mon practice in former times. Now, in England, titles are usually 
given as a reward for distinguished merit, as in the case of Alfred 
Lord Tennyson, the famous poet. 

3. Ere England's griefs began. The student of history finds that there 
never was such a time. Although there are serious evils in all civilized 
countries to-day, especially in the condition of the poorest people in large 
cities, the workingman is, on the whole, far better off than he was hun- 
dreds of years ago, or even at the beginning of the nineteenth century. 



42 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

Just gave what life required, but gave no more : 60 

His best companions, innocence and health ; 
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. 

But times are altered ; trade's unfeeling train 
Usurp the land and dispossess the swain ; 
Along the lawn, where scattered hamlets rose, 65 

Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose, 
And every want to opulence allied, 
And every pang that folly pays to pride. 
These gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, 
Those calm desires that asked but little room, 70 

Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene, 
Lived in each look^ and brightened all the green ; 
These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, 
And rural mirth and manners are no more. 

Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, 75 

Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. 
Here, as I take my solitary rounds 
Amidst thy tangling walks and ruined grounds, 
And, many a year elapsed, return to view 
Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, 80 
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, 
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 

In all my wanderings round this world of care, 
In all my griefs — and God has given my share — 
I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, 85 

Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; 
To husband out 1 life's taper at the close, 

1. To husband out, to use or manage with economy. The out is 
superfluous in prose. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 43 

And keep the flame from wasting by repose : 

I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, 

Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, 90 

Around my fire an evening group to draw, 

And tell of all I felt, and all I saw ; 

And, as an hare 1 whom hounds and horns pursue 

Pants to 2 the place from whence at first she flew, 

I still had hopes, my long vexations past, 95 

Here to return — and die at home at last. 

O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, 
Retreats from care, that never must be mine, 
How happy he who crowns in shades like these 
A youth of labor with an age of ease ; 100 

Who quits a world where strong temptations try, 
And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly ! 
For him no wretches, born to work and weep, 
Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep ; 
No surly porter stands in guilty state, 3 105 

To spurn imploring famine from the gate ; 
But on he moves to meet his latter end, 
Angels around befriending Virtue's friend ; 
Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, 
While resignation gently slopes the way ; no 



1. An hare. An was formerly used Ipefore words beginning with h, 
even when that letter was sounded, and also before words beginning 
with a vowel. 

2. Pants to, eagerly longs for. 

3. No surly porter, etc. While the poet was exaggerating when he 
said this, nevertheless it is true that the feeling of responsibility tor 
the poor and the unfortunate was less widespread among the well-to-do 
in his day than it is now. 



44 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

And, all his prospects brightening to the last, 
His heaven commences ere the world be past ! 

Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close 
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose. 
There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, 115 

The mingling notes came softened from below ; 
The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung, 
The sober herd that lowed to meet their young," 
The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, 
The playful children just let loose from school, 120 

The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering 

wind, 
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; — 
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, 
And filled each pause the nightingale had made. 
But now the sounds of population fail, 125 

No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, 
No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, 
For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. 
All but yon widowed, solitary thing, 
That feebly bends beside the plashy spring : 130 

She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, 
To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, 
To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, 
To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; 
She only left of all the harmless train, 135 

The sad historian of the pensive plain. 

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, 
And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; 
There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 45 

The village preacher's modest mansion rose. 1 140 

A man he was to all the country dear, 

And passing 2 rich with forty pounds a year ; 

Remote from towns he ran his godly race, 

Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place ; 

Unpracticed he to fawn, or seek for power, 145 

By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; 3 

Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, 

More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. 

His house was known to all the vagrant train ; 

He chid their wanderings but relieved their pain : 150 

The long remembered beggar was his guest, 

Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; 

The ruined spendthrift, now no longer proud, 

Claimed kindred there, and had his claims allowed ; 

The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, 155 

Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, 

Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, 

Shouldered his crutch and shewed how fields were won. 

Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, 

And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; 160 



1. The village preacher's, etc. There is no doubt that the poet was 
thinking of his own father when he drew the sketch that follows — one 
of the most charming character sketches in English literature. To 
find its like in poetry one must go back to Chaucer's picture of the 
"poor parson" in the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales. Goldsmith's 
"village preacher" first appeared in the Vicar of Wakefield, in that 
delightful character, Parson Primrose. 

2. Passing, surpassingly. 

3. Unpracticed he, etc. Clergymen have in some instances changed 
their creeds to gain favor with those in authority. 



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Careless their merits or their faults to scan, 
His pity gave ere charity began. 1 

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, 
And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side ; 
But in his duty prompt at every call, 165 

He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; 
And, as a bird each fond endearment tries 
To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, 
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, 
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. 170 

Beside the bed where parting life w r as laid, 
And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, 
The reverend champion stood. At his control 
Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; 2 
Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, 175 
And his last faltering accents whispered praise. 

At church, with meek and unaffected grace, 
His looks adorned the venerable place ; 
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, 
And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. 180 

The service past, around the pious man, 
With steady zeal, each honest rustic ran ; 
Even children followed with endearing wile, 
And plucked his gown to share the good man's smile. 
His ready smile a parent's warmth expressed ; 185 

Their welfare pleased him, and their cares distressed : 
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, 

1. His pity gave, etc., i.e. he gave from warm human sympathy 
rather than from a religious, and perhaps a colder, sentiment. 

2. Fled the struggling soul. Fled is sometimes used transitively by 
older writers. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 47 

But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. 

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, 1 

Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, 190 

Tho' round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, 

Eternal sunshine settles on its head. 

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, 
With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, 
There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, 195 

The village master taught his little school. 
A man severe he was, and stern to view ; 
I knew him well, and every truant knew : 
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace 
The day's disasters in his morning face ; 200 

Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee 
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; 
Full well the busy whisper circling round 
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. 
Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, 205 

The love he bore to learning was in fault ; 
The village all declared how much he knew : 
Twas certain he could write, and cypher 2 too ; 
Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, 3 
And even the story ran that he could gauge : 4 210 

1. Awful form. Notice how effective awful is when properly used. 

2. Cypher, do sums in arithmetic ; not often used now. 

3. Terms and tides presage, i.e. the schoolmaster could tell when 
courts were to be held and when certain tides (times), such as Whit- 
suntide or Easter, would come. 

4. Gauge, measure. The word is applied especially to determining 
the capacity of casks and other vessels containing alcoholic liquors. 
These had to be carefully measured, so that the government should 
receive the specified tax. 



48 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, 

For, even though vanquished, he could argue still ; 

While words of learned length and thundering sound 

Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; 

And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, 215 

That one small head could carry all he knew. 

But past is all his fame. The very spot 
Where many a time he triumphed is forgot. 
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, 
Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, 220 
Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, 
Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired, 
Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, 
And news much older than their ale went round. 
Imagination fondly stoops to trace 225 

The parlor splendors of that festive place : 
The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, 
The varnished clock that clicked behind the door ; 
The chest contrived a double debt to pay, 
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; 230 

The pictures placed for ornament and use, 
The twelve good rules, 1 the royal game of goose ; 
The hearth, except when winter chilled the day, 
With aspen boughs and flowers and fennel gay ; 
While broken tea-cups, wisely kept for shew, 235 

Ranged o'er the chimney, glistened in a row. 

Vain transitory splendors ! could not all 

1. The twelve good rules. Among these are : " Reveal no secrets," 
" Keep no bad company." They can be found in Hales' Longer English 
Poems, p. 353. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 49 

Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall ? 

Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart 

An hour's importance to the poor man's heart. 240 

Thither no more the peasant shall repair 

To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; 

No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, 

No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; 

No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, 245 

Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear ; 

The host himself no longer shall be found 

Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; 

Nor the coy maid, half willing to be pressed, 

Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest. 250 

Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, 
These simple blessings of the lowly train ; 
To me more dear, congenial to my heart, 
One native charm, than all the gloss of art ; 
Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, 255 

The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway ; 
Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, 
Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined. 
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, 
With all the freaks of wanton wealth arrayed — 260 

In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain, 
The toiling pleasure sickens into pain ; 
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, 
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy. 

Ye friends to truth, ye statesman who survey 265 

The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 
'T is yours to judge how wide the limits stand 



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Between a splendid and an happy land. 

Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore, 

And shouting Folly hails them from her shore ; 270 

Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, 1 

And rich men flock from all the world around. 

Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name 

That leaves our useful products still the same. 

Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride 275 

Takes up a space that many poor supplied ; 

Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, 

Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds : 

The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth 

Has robbed the neighboring fields of half their 

growth ; 2 280 

His seat, where solitary sports are seen, 
Indignant spurns the cottage from the green : 
Around the world each needful product flies, 
For all the luxuries the world supplies ; 
While thus the land adorned for pleasure all 285 

In barren splendor feebly waits the fall. 

As some fair female unadorned and plain, 
Secure to please while youth confirms her reign, 
Slights every borrowed charm that dress supplies, 
Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes ; 290 

But when those charms are past, for charms are frail, 

1. Hoards e'en beyond, etc. Goldsmith did not dream of such 
immense fortunes as those possessed by the richest men of to-day. 

2. The robe that wraps. Although there is apparently no way of 
making everybody comfortable in this world, some wise thinkers believe 
that in future ages there will be less poverty and wretchedness than 
there is now, and perhaps less extravagance. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 5 I 

When time advances, and when lovers fail, 

She then shines forth, solicitous to bless, 

In all the glaring impotence of dress. 

Thus fares the land by luxury betrayed : 295 

In nature's simplest charms at first arrayed, 

But verging to decline, its splendors rise ; 

Its vistas strike, its palaces surprise : 

While, scourged by famine from the smiling land, 

The mournful peasant leads his humble band, 300 

And while he sinks, without one arm to save, 

The country blooms — a garden and a grave. 

Where then, ah ! where, shall poverty reside, 
To scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? 
If to some common's fenceless limits strayed 305 

He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, 
Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, 
And even the bare-worn common is denied. 

If to the city sped — what waits him there? 
To see profusion that he must not share ; 310 

To see ten thousand baneful arts combined 
To pamper luxury, and thin mankind ; x 
To see those joys the sons of pleasure know 
Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe. 
Here while the courtier glitters in brocade, 315 

There the pale artist plies the sickly trade ; 
Here while the proud their long-drawn pomps display, 
There the black gibbet glooms beside the way. 
The dome where pleasure holds her midnight reign 

1. Profusion that he must not share. To-day, in cities, schools, 
libraries, and parks are open to the poorest. 



52 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

Here, richly decked, admits the gorgeous train : 320 

Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, 

The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. 

Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! 

Sure these denote one universal joy! 

Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine 

eyes 325 

Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. 
She once, perhaps, in village plenty blessed, 
Has wept at tales of innocence distressed ; 
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, 
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn : 330 

Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, 
Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, 
And, pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, 
With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, 
When idly first, ambitious of the town, 335 

She left her wheel and robes of country brown. 

Do thine, sweet Auburn, — thine, the loveliest train, — 
Do thy fair tribes participate 1 her pain ? 
Even now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, 
At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! 340 

Ah, no ! To distant climes, a dreary scene, 
Where half the convex world intrudes between, 
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, 
Where wild Altama 2 murmurs to their woe. 
Far different there from all that charmed before 345 

The various terrors of that horrid shore ; 

1. Participate, share. 

2. Altama, the Altamaha, a river in Georgia. 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 53 

Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, 

And fiercely shed intolerable day ; 

Those matted woods, where birds forget to sing, 

But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling ; 350 

Those poisonous fields with rank luxuriance crowned, 

Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; 

Where at each step the stranger fears to wake 

The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; 

Where crouching tigers x wait their hapless prey, 355 

And savage men more murderous still than they ; 

While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, 

Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies. 

Far different these from every former scene, 

The cooling brook, the grassy vested green, 360 

The breezy covert of the warbling grove, 

That only sheltered thefts of harmless love. 

Good Heaven ! what sorrows gloomed that parting day, 
That called them from their native walks away ; 
When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, 365 

Hung round the bowers, and fondly looked their last, 
And took a long farewell, and wished in vain 
For seats like these beyond the western main, 
And shuddering still to face the distant deep, 
Returned and wept, and still returned to weep. 370 

The good old sire the first prepared to go 
To new found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; 
But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, 
He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. 

1. Crouching tigers. It is evident that the poet is indulging his 
imagination. The people of Georgia doubtless find this description of 
their country amusing if not accurate. 



54 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, 375 

The fond companion of his helpless years, 

Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, 

And left a lover's for a father's arms. 

With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, 

And blessed the cot where every pleasure rose, 380 

And kissed her thoughtless babes with many a tear, 

And clasped them close, in sorrow doubly dear, 

Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief 

In all the silent manliness of grief. 

O luxury ! thou cursed by Heaven's decree, 385 

How ill exchanged are things like these for thee ! 
How do thy potioi>s, with insidious joy, 
Diffuse their pleasure only to destroy ! 
Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatness grown, 
Boast of a florid vigor not their own. 390 

At every draught more large and large they grow, 
A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe ; 
Till sapped their strength, and every part unsound, 
Down, down they sink, and spread a ruin round. 

Even now the devastation is begun, 395 

And half the business of destruction done ; 
Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, 
I see the rural virtues leave the land. 
Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, 
That idly waiting flaps with every gale, 400 

Downward they move, a melancholy band, 
Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. 
Contented toil, and hospitable care, 
And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; 



OLIVER GOLDSMITH 55 

And piety with wishes placed above, 405 

And steady loyalty, and faithful love. 

And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, 

Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; 

Unfit in these degenerate times of shame 

To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; 410 

Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, 

My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; 

Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, 

That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so ; 

Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, 415 

Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well ! 

Farewell, and O ! where'er thy voice be tried, 

On Torno's cliffs, 1 or Pambamarca's side, 2 

Whether where equinoctial fervors glow, 

Or winter wraps the polar world in snow, 420 

Still let thy voice, prevailing over time, 

Redress the rigors of the inclement clime ; 

Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; 

Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain ; 

Teach him, that states of native strength possessed, 425 

Though very poor, may still be very blest ; 

That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay, 

As ocean sweeps the labored mole 3 away ; 

While self-dependent power can time defy, 

As rocks resist the billows and the sky. 430 

1. Torno's cliffs. Perhaps the poet refers to some region near the 
river Torneo, or Tornea, which flows into the Gulf of Bothnia. 

2. Pambamarca's side. Pambamarca is a mountain in Ecuador. 

3. Labored mole, carefully constructed breakwater. 



ROBERT BURNS 

1759-1796 

Probably the poetry of " Robbie Burns, the Ayrshire 
Ploughman, " is known to more English-speaking people 
than that of any other writer — not excepting even Shakes- 
peare ; for many a person who never reads a book is 
familiar with John Anderson My /o, Auld Lang Syne, and 
Bonie Doon, though he may not know or care who wrote 
these famous songs. 

The Scotch poet was born at Alloway in Ayrshire, where 
his father cultivated a small farm. He was the eldest of 
seven children. Before he was eight years old the family 
removed to Mt. Oliphant, and later to Lochlea. Here, in 
1784, the father died, worn out with incessant toil, which 
ended only in disappointment. The family were so poor 
that Robert was obliged to work hard even when very 
young, and at fifteen he was his father's chief helper. In 
later years he described his life at Mt. Oliphant as com- 
bining " the cheerless gloom of a hermit with the unceasing 
moil of a galley slave." But poets are given to exaggera- 
tion, and doubtless the attractive picture of home life which 
he afterwards painted in the Cotter's Saturday Night is true 
in the main of the life in his father's cottage. 

In his father, Burns was most fortunate, for he was a man 
of strict integrity and strong religious faith. The education 
of his children was, in his judgment, so important that when 
they were unable to attend school he taught them himself, 

56 



ROBERT BURNS 57 

notwithstanding his exhausting labors on the farm. The 
family as a whole were fond of reading. Among their books 
the poet mentions certain plays of Shakespeare, Pope's 
works, — including his translation of Homer, — the Specta- 
tor, Allan Ramsay's writings, and several volumes on religious 
and philosophical subjects. Probably in this list the Bible 
should stand first. He himself studied the art of verse- 
making in a collection of songs. He says : "I pored over 
them, driving my cart or walking to labor, song by song, 
carefully noting the true tender or sublime from affectation 
or fustian. I am convinced that I owe to this practice 
much of my critic-craft, such as it is ! " His first song, 
composed when he was fifteen, was inspired by a young 
girl who worked at his side in the harvest field. 

Robert and his brother Gilbert had taken a farm at Moss- 
giel, not far away, while their father was still living, and 
after his death they removed there, taking with them the 
rest of the family. Unfortunately the farm did not prosper. 
On reaching the age of twenty-seven the poet determined to 
go to Jamaica where he had been promised a position as 
overseer of an estate. In order to raise money to pay his 
passage he published a volume of poems. The returns were 
small, but the fame of the writer spread so rapidly that he 
was persuaded to remain in his own country and publish a 
second edition of his poems in Edinburgh. 

The two winters which he spent in the Scotch capital at 
this time form an interesting episode in his life. He was 
the lion of the day in literary circles. Many persons who 
met him have told how he impressed them ; but the most 
interesting account is that of Walter Scott, then a youth of 
sixteen. He says of Burns : " His person was strong and 
robust ; his manner rustic, not clownish ; a sort of dignified 
plainness and simplicity. His countenance was more massive 



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than it looks in any of the portraits. . . . There was a 
strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his linea- 
ments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical charac- 
ter and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, 
which glowed (I say literally glowed), when he spoke, with 
feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a 
human head, though I have seen the most distinguished 
men of my time." 

In 1788 the poet married Jane Armour, and the following 
year settled with her on a farm at Ellisland, near Dumfries. 
Finding it impossible to make a living for his increasing 
family as a farmer, he obtained through friends the place of 
exciseman for the surrounding region. This position obliged 
him to ride more than two hundred miles a week, collecting 
government taxes. In 1791 he moved to the town of Dum- 
fries. The following year he came near losing his place 
through an act of indiscretion which proved him to be more 
poet than exciseman. He bought four guns which had come 
into the possession of the government through the seizure 
of a smuggling vessel, and sent them with expressions of 
admiration and sympathy to the French Legislative Assem- 
bly. These were the early days of the Revolution when 
young men in many parts of the world were enthusiastic in 
their support of the movement. Fortunately the guns failed 
to reach their destination, and the poet having made his 
peace with the authorities kept his position until failing 
health obliged him to give it up. During his later years he 
wrote little but songs, and for these he would take no money, 
although he was, as ever, a poor man. He died in 1796, at 
the age of thirty-seven. In 18 15 his remains were trans- 
ferred to a mausoleum built as a tribute to his genius. 

As a man, Burns was far from perfect. His passions 
were strong and he never learned to control them, and in 



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consequence he had reason to repent bitterly many a rash 
act. Yet he was brave and honest ; he had a righteous 
hatred of hypocrisy; as the champion of the humble, he 
claimed for the poorest the full privileges of sturdy man- 
hood ; he cared heartily for his fellowmen and had a place 
in his affections even for the field-mouse and the daisy. 
Because his verse beats with the passions of his fiery and 
sympathetic nature, the world loves him as it loves few other 
poets. Among the best known of his productions are The 
Cotter's Saturday Night, Tarn, o' Shanter, Address to the Unco 
Gnid, To a Mouse, and To a Moicntain Daisy, In speak- 
ing of his songs, one might mention first, Scots Wha Hae, 
— composed in the midst of tempests, while the poet was 
riding over a wild Galloway moor, — and next, Highland 
Mary and A Man's a Man for a' That ; but there is no 
need of enumerating the songs of Burns. As Emerson has 
said, "The wind whispers them, the birds whistle them, the 
corn, barley, and bulrushes hoarsely rustle them. . . . They 
are the property and the solace of mankind." 



THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT* 

My loved, my honored, much respected friend ! 1 

No mercenary bard his homage pays ; 
With honest pride I scorn each selfish end, 

My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : 
To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, 5 

The lowly train in life's sequestered scene ; 
The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; 

What Aikin in a cottage would have been ; 
Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! 2 

November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; 3 10 

The short'ning winter-day is near a close; 

* In printing this poem, it has seemed best to follow the text as given in the 
scholarly Centenary Burns (1896), edited by Messrs. Henley and Henderson. 

Note. — The Cotter 's Saturday Night was written in 1785 or the 
beginning of 1786. In all English poetry there are few pictures of 
home life so charming as that portrayed in this poem. The stanza 
employed is the Spenserian stanza, named for Edmund Spenser, who 
first used it. The first eight lines have five feet each, while the last has 
six feet. 

Cotter, as used by Burns, means peasant farmer. 

1. Much respected friend, Robert Aiken, an early friend of the 
poet's, to whom the poem was inscribed. 

2. Ween, think, fancy. 

3. Sugh (pronounced much like sook f with the k softened ; i.e. like 
such in German), wail, sough. 

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The miry beasts retreating frae 1 the pleugh ; 2 
The black'ning trains o' craws 3 to their repose : 

The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes, 

This night his weekly moil 4 is at an end, 1 5 

Collects his spades, his mattocks, 5 and his hoes, 
Hoping the morn 6 in ease and rest to spend, 

And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward 7 
bend. 

At length his lonely cot appears in view, 

Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; 20 

Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher 8 through 

To meet their dad, wi' flichterin' 9 noise and glee. 
His wee bit ingle, 10 blinkin bonilie, 11 

His clean hearth-stane, 12 his thrifty wifie's smile, 
The lisping infant prattling on his knee, 25 

Does a' his weary kiaugh and care beguile, 13 
And makes him quite forget his labor and his toil. 

Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, 14 
At service out, amang the farmers roun' ; 

1. Frae, from. 

2. Pleugh (the gh has a guttural sound), plough. 

3. Trains o' craws, trains of crows. 4. Moil, toil. 

5. Mattocks, implements for digging. 6. The morn, to-morrow. 
7. Hameward, homeward. 8. Stacher, totter. 

9. Flichterin', fluttering. 10. Ingle, fireplace. 

11. Bonilie, cheerfully, attractively. 12. Hearth-stane, hearth-stone. 

13. Does a' his weary kiaugh and care beguile, Does all his weary 
cark (fret) and care beguile. A' has the sound of a in all ; pronounce 
kiaugh something like kee-owch' ', giving the ch a harsh, guttural sound. 
(In later editions, carking cares was substituted for kiaugh and care.) 

14. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, Presently the older chil- 
dren come dropping in. (The vowel sound in bairns is like that in care.) 



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Some ca' 1 the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin 30 

A cannie errand to a neebor town : 2 
Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, 

In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e, 3 
Comes hame ; perhaps, to shew a braw 4 new gown, 

Or deposite her sair-won penny-fee, 5 35 

To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be. 

With joy unfeigned brothers and sisters meet, 

And each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : 6 
The social hours, swift -winged, unnoticed fleet ; 

Each tells the uncos 7 that he sees or hears. 40 

The parents, partig.1, eye their hopeful years ; 

Anticipation forward points the view ; 
The mother wi' her needle and her sheers 8 

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new ; 9 
The father mixes a' wi' admonition due. 45 

Their master's and their mistress's command 

The younkers 10 a' are warned to obey ; 
And mind their labors wi' an eydent n hand, 

And ne'er, though out o' sight, to jauk 12 or play . 
" And O ! be sure to fear the Lord alway, 50 

1. Ca', follow. 

2. Some tentie rin a cannie errand to a neebor town, some, heedful, 
run on a quiet errand to a neighboring town. 

3. E'e, eye. 4. Braw, fine. 
5. Sair-won penny-fee, hard-earned wages. 6. Spiers, asks. 

7. Uncos, wonders, news. 8. Sheers, scissors. 

9. Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new, makes old clothes 
look almost as well as the new. 

10. Younkers, young people. 11. Eydent, diligent. 12. Jauk, trifle. 



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And mind your duty, duly, morn and night ; 
Lest in temptation's path ye gang x astray, 

Implore His counsel and assisting might : 
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright ! " 

But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; 55 

Jenny, wha kens 2 the meaning o' the same, 
Tells how a neebor 3 lad came o'er the moor 

To do some errands, and convoy her hame. 
The wily mother sees the conscious flame 

Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; 60 

With heart-struck, anxious care, inquires his name, 

While Jenny hafflins 4 is afraid to speak ; 
Weel pleased the mother hears, it 's nae 5 wild, worthless 
rake. 

With kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben ; 6 

A strappin' youth, he takes the mother's eye ; 65 

Blithe Jenny sees the visit 's no ill taen ; 7 

The father cracks 8 of horses, pleughs, and kye. 9 

The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy, 
But blate and laithfu', 10 scarce can weel behave ; 

The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, 11 can spy 70 

1. Gang, go. 2. Wha kens, who knows. 

3. Neebor, neighbor. 4. Hafflins, half. 

5. Nae, no. 6. Ben, inside. 

7. No ill taen, not ill taken ; i.e. Jenny's parents are pleased to 
have the young man come in. 

8. Cracks, chats. 9. Kye, cattle. 

10. Blate and laithfu', shy and sheepish. 

11, Wj* a woman's wiles ; with a woman's penetration. 



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What makes the youth sae 1 bashfu' and sae grave ; 
Weel-pleased to think her bairn 's respected like the lave. 2 

happy love ! where love like this is found : 

O heart -felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! 

1 've paced much this weary, mortal round, 75 

And sage experience bids me this declare, — 
" If Heaven a draught of heav'nly pleasure spare, 

One cordial in this melancholy vale, 
'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair 

In other's arms breathe out the tender tale 80 

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning 
gale." 

Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, 

A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! 
That can with studied, sly, ensnaring art 

Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? 85 

Curse on his perjured arts ! dissembling, smooth ! 

Are honor, virtue, conscience, all exiled ? 
Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, 3 

Points to the parents fondling o'er their child ? 
Then paints the ruined maid, and their distraction 
wild ! 90 

But now the supper crowns their simple board, 

The healsome parritch, chief o' Scotia's food ; 4 
The soupe 5 their only hawkie 6 does afford, 

i. Sae, so. 2. The lave, the rest. 3. Ruth, pity, tenderness. 

4. Healsome parritch, chief o' Scotia's food, wholesome porridge, chief 
of Scotland's food. 5. Soupe, milk. 6. Hawkie, cow. 



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That 'yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; 1 
The dame brings forth in complimental mood, 95 

To grace the lad, her weel-hained kebbuck, fell ; 2 
And aft he's pressed, and aft he ca's it guid ; 3 

The frugal wine, garrulous, will tell, 
How 't was a towmond auld, sin' lint was i' the bell. 4 

The cheerful' supper done, wi' serious face 100 

They round the ingle form a circle wide ; 

The sire turns o'er wi' patriarchal grace 
The big ha'-Bible, 5 ance 6 his father's pride. 

His bonnet 7 rev'rently is laid aside, 

His lyart haffets 8 wearing thin and bare ; 105 

Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, 9 

1. That 'yont the hallan snugly chows her cood, that beyond, the wall 
snugly chews her cud. In a cottage of this kind the cow lives under 
the same roof with the family. 

2. Her weel-hained kebbuck, fell, her well-saved cheese, pungent ; 
i.e. her carefully saved, or kept, strong cheese. 

3. And aft he 's pressed, and aft he ca's (pronounced like cause) it 
guid, And oft he 's urged, and oft he calls it good. 

4. 'T was a towmond auld, sin' lint was i' the bell, it was a twelve- 
month old since flax was in flower ; i.e. when the flax was last in bloom 
it was a year old. 

5. The big ha'-Bible (pronounced haw), the big hall-Bible. The 
name originated in the fact that large Bibles were first used in the hall, 
or principal room, of the noble's castle, where all the household 
assembled for worship. 

6. Ance, once. 

7. Bonnet, a soft cap made of seamless woolen stuff. 

8. Lyart haffets, gray side-locks. 

9. Those strains that once, etc., i.e. the Psalms, which were sung in 
Jerusalem. Zion is really the hill on which the old city of Jerusalem 
was built. 



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He wales 1 a portion with judicious care ; 
And, " Let us worship God ! " he says, with solemn air. 

They chant their artless notes in simple guise ; 

They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : no 
Perhaps Dundee s 2 wild warbling measures rise, 

Or plaintive Martyrs 2 worthy of the name ; 
Or noble Elgin 2 beets 3 the heavenward flame, 

The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays. 
Compared with these, Italian trills are tame; 115 

The tickled ears no heart-felt raptures raise ; 
Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise. 4 



5 



The priest-like father reads the sacred page, 

How Abram was the friend of God on high ; 
Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage 120 

With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; 6 
Or, how the royal Bard 7 did groaning lie 

Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; 
Or Job's pathetic plaint, 8 and wailing cry ; 

Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; 125 

Or other holy Seers that tune the sacred lyre. 

1. Wales, selects. 

2. Dundee, Martyrs, Elgin, well-known psalm tunes. 

3. Beets, fans or feeds. 

4. Nae unison hae they, no unison have they ; i.e. they are not in 
harmony with. 

5. Abram, or Abraham. See Genesis. 

6. Moses bade, etc. See Exodus xvii. 

7. The royal Bard, King David. Probably Burns refers to certain of 
the Psalms which express suffering and repentance. 

8. Job's pathetic plaint. The " plaint " begins with/<?£ iii, 



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Perhaps the Christian volume * is the theme : 

How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; 
How He, who bore in heaven the second name, 

Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; 130 

How His first followers and servants sped ; 2 

The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : 3 
How he, who lone in Patmos banished, 

Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, 
And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's 
command. 4 135 

Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, 

The saint, the father, and the husband prays : 
Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," 5 

That thus they all shall meet in future days, 
There ever bask in uncreated rays, 140 

No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, 
Together hymning their Creator's praise, 

In such society, yet still more dear ; 
While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. 

Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, 145 

In all the pomp of method, and of art ; 

1. The Christian volume, i.e. the New Testament. 

2. How His first followers, etc. See Acts of the Apostles. 

3. The precepts sage. See the Epistles. 

4. He, who lone in Patmos, etc. St. John the Evangelist is said 
to have been exiled to the island of Patmos, or Patmo, west of Asia 
Minor, and there to have written the Apocalypse, or Book of Revelation. 
The doom of Babylon is pronounced in Chapter xviii of that book. 

5. Hope springs exulting, etc. See Pope's Essay on Man, Epistle I, 
1. 95, and his Windsor Forest, 1. 112, 



68 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

When men display to congregations wide 
Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart, 

The Power, 1 incensed, the pageant will desert, 

The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole; 150 

But haply, 2 in some cottage far apart, 

May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul, 

And in His Book of Life the inmates poor enroll. 

Then homeward all take off their sev'ral way ; 

The youngling cottagers retire to rest : 155 

The parent-pair their secret homage pay, 

And proffer up to Heaven the warm request, 
That He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest, . 

And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, 
Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, 160 

For them and for their little ones provide ; 
But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside. 

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, 

That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : 
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 3 165 

" An honest man 's the noblest work of God :" 4 
And certes, 5 in fair Virtue's heavenly road, 

The cottage leaves the palace far behind ; 
What is a lordling's pomp ? a cumbrous load, 

Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, 170 

Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! 

1. The Power, the Almighty. 2. Haply, perhaps, perchance. 

3. Princes and lords, etc. See The Deserted Village, lines 53 and 54. 

4. An honest man's, etc. Pope's Essay on Man, Epistle IV, 1. 247. 

5. Certes, truly. 



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O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil ! 

For 'whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! 
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil 

Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! 175 
And, O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent 

From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! 
Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, 

A virtuous populace may rise the while, 
And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. 180 

O Thou ! who poured the patriotic tide 

That streamed thro' Wallace's undaunted heart, 1 
Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, 

Or nobly die, the second glorious part, 
(The patriot's God peculiarly Thou art, 185 

His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !) 
O never, never, Scotia's realm desert, 

But still the patriot and the patriot-bard 
In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard ! 

1. Wallace's undaunted heart. Sir William Wallace, born about 
1274, is one of the most famous of Scotch heroes. For a time he was 
a successful opponent of Edward I of England, but he finally suffered 
defeat, and in 1305 was captured and taken to London, where he was 
tried, condemned, and beheaded. One of Burns's most celebrated songs 
begins : " Scots, wha hae (who have) wi' Wallace bled." Scott tells of 
Wallace in his Tales of a Grandfather. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 

1772-1834 

Coleridge was born in Ottery St. Mary, in Devonshire, 
England, and spent his early years in the midst of a large 
family. His father, who was vicar of the town and master 
of the grammar school, died when the son was only nine 
years old. His character must, however, have impressed 
Coleridge deeply, for he said, in after years : " The memory 
of my father — my reverend, kind, learned, simple-hearted 
father — is a religion to me." Soon after his father's death 
he left his happy home in the country to enter a school in 
London, known as Christ's Hospital. Charles Lamb, who 
was a schoolmate of his, has sketched the life there in 
two well-known essays. In one of them, Christ's Hospital 
Fifty Years Ago, he describes the summer holidays, so 
delightful for himself with his family near, and so dreary 
for the country boy with no friends in the city ; and he pic- 
tures Coleridge as forlorn and half-starved, declaring that 
in those days the food of the " Blue-coat boys " was cruelly 
insufficient. From early childhood the future poet had been 
passionately fond of reading, and an occurrence which took 
place during his early years in London enabled him for a 
time to gratify his taste. One day while walking down the 
Strand, he put out his arms as if in the act of swimming, 
and in so doing touched a passer-by. The man, taking him 
for a thief, seized him, crying, " What, so young and so 
wicked!" "I am not a pickpocket," replied the boy; "I 

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SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 7 1 

only thought I was Leander swimming the Hellespont ! " 
After making some inquiries, his chance acquaintance sub- 
scribed to a library for him, and the story runs that in a 
short time the young bookworm had read " right through 
the catalogue." 

In 1 79 1 Coleridge entered Cambridge University. While 
there he was deeply stirred by events in France — for 
the Revolution was in progress — and ran some risk of 
being expelled by the open expression of his radical views 
on politics. His fine ode, France, written several years later, 
was the expression of this intense interest. During his 
second year of study, while suffering from a fit of despondency, 
he suddenly left the university — just why, no one knows — 
and went to London. There he enlisted in the 15th dra- 
goons under the name of Silas Tompkyn Comberback. 
While he was in the service his awkwardness in doing 
manual labor, especially in grooming his horse, led to his 
exchanging tasks with his comrades : they performed his 
mechanical duties, while he wrote letters for them to their 
wives or sweethearts. A Latin inscription which he placed 
above his saddle in the stable led to the discovery of his 
true condition, and about the same time his friends learned 
of his whereabouts. At the end of four months in the 
dragoons he was bought out and enabled to return to his 
studies. He remained in Cambridge but a short time, 
however, leaving in 1794 without taking a degree. 

The following year he married Miss Sara Fricker. This 
important step was taken on the strength of a small sum 
promised by a bookseller for a volume of poems which he 
was then writing. A month later his friend Robert Southey 
— afterwards well known as an author — married his wife's 
sister. Some time before this, the two young men had Con- 
ceived the idea of crossing the sea with a few congenial 



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acquaintances and forming an ideal community on the banks 
of the Susquehanna. Fortunately the scheme was aban- 
doned and the two dreamers turned their attention to 
literary projects. 

Coleridge's best work as a poet was done in 1797 and 
1798, and probably the inspiration came largely from his 
friendship with William Wordsworth. During these two 
years the poets lived near each other in the beautiful Cum- 
berland country, and while taking long rambles over the 
Quantock Hills they talked, planned, and wrote. The first 
result of this intercourse was a joint volume of poems called 
Lyricdl Ballads, published in 1798. This included Cole- 
ridge's Ancient Mariner and Wordsworth's We are Seven. 
About the same time Coleridge wrote the first part of Chris- 
tabel, the ode Fra?ice, Kubla Khan, and a few other well- 
known poems. The impression which he made at this 
period of his life upon Dorothy Wordsworth, the poet's 
sister, was recorded by her in a letter. She says of him : 
" He is a wonderful man. His conversation teems with 
soul and mind. . . . His eye is large and full, and not very 
dark but gray, such an eye as would receive from a heavy 
soul the dullest expression ; but it speaks every emotion of 
his animated mind ; it has more of the poet's eye in a fine 
frenzy rolling than I ever witnessed. He has fine dark 
eyebrows and an overhanging forehead." 

Of Coleridge as poet there is unfortunately little more to 
relate, for during the remainder of his life he devoted him- 
self mainly to philosophy and literary criticism, with occa- 
sional work in journalism. After a stay in Germany he 
brought back to England a knowledge of German metaphys- 
ics and an enthusiasm for German literature which enabled 
him to do much towards awakening in his own countrymen 
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SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 73 

and from the age of thirty-four he suffered seriously from 
ill-health and from his practice of using opium — a habit 
begun by his taking the dangerous drug to relieve acute 
pain. No doubt his powers were impaired by these causes. 
In 1804, hoping to benefit by change of climate, he went to 
Malta, and before his return spent some months in Italy. 
With the exception of a short tour on the Rhine with the 
Wordsworths, the last sixteen years of his life were passed 
quietly at Highgate, a village near London, where through 
the kind care of friends he was enabled to control the opium 
habit and do a fair amount of intellectual work. His mind 
dwelt much on religious subjects, and the faith which had 
earlier found expression in his noble Hymn in the Vale of 
Chamouni brought light and consolation as the end drew 
near. Many young men came to see him during these last 
years, drawn by his fame as a poet and still more by his 
remarkable powers as a talker. One of them has said of 
him in this connection : " Throughout a long summer's day 
would this man talk to you in low, equable, but clear and 
musical tones, concerning things human and divine." And 
the same person has described a day spent with him as " a 
Sabbath past expression, deep, tranquil, and serene." The 
poet died at Highgate in 1834, at the age of sixty-two. 

Coleridge was a many-sided genius, and perhaps the 
world has benefited as largely by his powers as a thinker as 
by his gift for poetry. He did much both by talking and 
writing to broaden English thought, and his keen and sug- 
gestive criticism of other authors, of Shakespeare especially, 
has been of high value to lovers of literature. As a poet he 
is distinguished for the rare quality of his imagination and 
the wonderful music of his verse. 



ARGUMENT OF THE ANCIENT MARINER 

The argument, or plot, of the poem is as follows : * 

Three guests were on their way to a wedding, when one of them 
— the bridegroom's nearest relative — was stopped by a Mariner 
with long gray beard and glittering eye, who constrained him to 
listen to his story. The Mariner once set sail in a ship bound 
southward. After crossing the equator the vessel was driven by 
strong winds toward the south pole, and was finally hemmed in 
by icebergs. An albatross which appeared at this time brought 
good luck : the ice split and the ship sailed northward. The 
Mariner, for no apparent reason, shot the bird of good omen. 
At first his comrades declared that he had done a hellish deed, 
but when the fog cleared away they justified him, believing that 
the fog had been brought by the bird. In this way they became 
accomplices in his crime. By killing the albatross the Mariner 
had offended the Spirit of the South Pole, who now followed the 
ship " nine fathom deep " to make sure that vengeance was meted 
out to the guilty man. As a sign of the Mariner's guilt the sailors 
fastened about his neck the dead bird. The vessel was now in 
the Pacific Ocean. On nearing the equator she was becalmed, 
and before long all the sailors were dying of thirst. Suddenly a 
skeleton ship appeared in sight, having on board Death and Life- 
in-Death. The two spectres were throwing dice to see which 
should possess the doomed Mariner. Life-in-Death won, and the 
Mariner was hers. If Death had won, his life would soon have 

* When The Ancient Mariner was reprinted in 1800, the poet added explan- 
atory notes in the margin. These have been found useful in writing this argu- 
ment. The poet's notes are given in his Poetical Works, edited by James 
Dykes Campbell (1893). 

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ended ; as it was, existence for him was to mean — for a time at 
least — life in the midst of the dead. No sooner had the spectre 
bark shot by than his comrades, four times fifty living men, 
dropped lifeless one by one. For seven days and seven nights 
he suffered agonies from the curse in their stony eyes ; but he 
could not die, and he could not pray. 

One day, .while watching some water snakes at play, he was 
charmed with their beauty and blessed them unawares — a sure 
sign that love for God's lower creatures was springing up in his 
heart. The next instant the spell began to break : the albatross 
fell from his neck into the sea and he could move his lips in prayer. 
He slept, and the Holy Mother sent rain ; and when he awoke 
the wind was blowing. A troop of angelic spirits now entered 
the bodies*of the dead sailors and worked the ropes, and, obedient 
to the angels, the Spirit of the South Pole helped the ship onward. 
As she sped on, the Mariner, who lay in a swoon, learned from 
the talk of two spirits that his penance was not yet accomplished. 
Soon after waking he beheld the shores of his native country. 
As the vessel neared the land the angels left the bodies of the 
sailors, and at the same time a small boat approached bringing a 
pilot and his boy, and a pious hermit — all known to the Mariner. 
Suddenly there was a dreadful sound, and the ship sank. On 
coming to his senses the Mariner found himself in the pilot's 
boat. When the hermit asked him, " What manner of man art 
thou ? " his agony was fearful until he had found relief in telling 
his experience. As a punishment for his crime in shooting the 
albatross the agony was to return at intervals and compel him to 
travel from land to land relating his strange tale. After admonish- 
ing the wedding guest to love well both man and beast, the 
ancient Mariner departed. The poet says of his listener, 

" A sadder and a wiser man 
He rose the morrow morn." 



THE ANCIENT MARINER 



PART I 

It is an ancient Mariner, 

And he stoppeth one of three. 

" By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, 

Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ? 

Note. — The Ancient Mariner was written in 1797. The plot was 
suggested by a dream related to Coleridge by one of his friends. 
While the story is his own invention, he took several points from 
Shelvocke's Voyages and accepted a few hints from Wordsworth, who 
furnished also two or three lines of verse. In the beginning the two 
poets intended to work together, but this plan was found impracticable, 
and Coleridge proceeded by himself. It is easy to believe that the plot 
originated in a dream, for the completed poem is one of the strangest, 
most fantastic dreams that ever formed themselves in a poet's brain. 
So far as its moral import is concerned, the production will hardly bear 
close scrutiny, although it teaches the duty of loving all God's creatures, 
both great and small. The prolonged suffering of the Mariner is a 
punishment far too severe for his thoughtless act, while his four times 
fifty comrades, who endure horrible tortures before dying, have been 
guilty of no crime whatsoever. Still it is not necessary that every piece 
of literature should teach a consistent moral lesson, and The Ancient 
Mariner can be enjoyed for its marvelous pictures and its weird melody. 

The form chosen by Coleridge for his production, that of the mediae- 
val ballad, is peculiarly adapted to story-telling on account of the 
freedom which it allows, and it has never been more artistically used 
than in this instance. In harmony with the ballad form the poet uses 
certain old words, such as " trow," " wist," and " countree." It will 
be seen that the stanzas vary in length, and that there are occasional 

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SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE yy 

"The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, 5 

And I am next of kin ; 2 

The guests are met, the feast is set : 

May st hear the merry din." 

He holds him with his skinny hand, 
"There was a ship," quoth 2 he. 10 

" Hold off ! unhand me, grey-beard loon ! " 3 
Eftsoons 4 his hand dropped he. 

He holds him with his glittering eye — 

The Wedding-Guest stood still, 

And listens like a three years' child : 5 15 

The Mariner hath his will. 

The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone : 

He cannot choose but hear ; 

And thus spake on that ancient man, 

The bright-eyed Mariner. 20 

"The ship was cheered, the harbor cleared, 
Merrily did we drop 

irregularities in metre. In general the first and third lines of a stanza 
have four feet each, while the second and fourth lines have three feet. 
Only the second and fourth lines rhyme, unless the stanza consists of 
more than four lines. 

1. Next of kin, nearest relative. 

2. Quoth, said. 

3. Loon, worthless fellow. 

4. Eftsoons, at once, immediately; a favorite word with the poet 
Spenser. 

5. And listens, etc. Wordsworth wrote this line and the line 
following. 



?8 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

Below the kirk, 1 below the hill, 
Below the lighthouse top. 

"The Sun came up upon the left, 2 25 

Out of the sea came he ! 

And he shone bright, and on the right 

Went down into the sea. 

" Higher and higher every day, 

Till over the mast at noon " 30 

The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, 
For he heard the loud bassoon. 

The bride hath paced into the hall, 

Red as a rose is she ; 

Nodding their heads before her goes 35 

The merry minstrelsy. 

The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, 

Yet he cannot choose but hear ; 

And thus spake on that ancient man, 

The bright -eyed Mariner. 40 

" And now the Storm-blast came, and he 
Was tyrannous and strong : 
He struck with his o'ertaking wings, 
And chased us south along. 

1. Kirk, church. 

2. The Sun came up upon the left. This would be the case if a 
vessel were going from England, for instance, toward the equator; 
and each day the sun would be more nearly overhead. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 79 

" With sloping masts and dipping prow, 45 

As who pursued with yell and blow 

Still treads the shadow of his foe, 

And forward bends his head, 

The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, 

And southward aye we fled. 50 

" And now there came both mist and snow, 1 

And it grew wondrous cold : 

And ice, mast -high, came floating by, 

As green as emerald. 

" And through the drifts the snowy clifts 2 55 

Did send a dismal sheen : 

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken 3 — 

The ice was all between. 

" The ice was here, the ice was there, 
The ice was all around : 60 

It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, 
Like noises in a swound ! 4 

"At length did cross an Albatross, 5 
Thorough 6 the fog it came ; 

1. And now there came both mist and snow. They were nearing the 
south pole. 

2. Clifts, clefts, cracks. 

3. Ken, discern. 

4. Swound, swoon, fainting fit. 

5. Albatross. The albatross, the largest of sea birds, is found 
chiefly in the southern hemisphere, and because of its strength in flight 
is often seen far from land. 

6. Thorough, through. 



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As if it had been a Christian soul, 
We hailed it in God's name. 



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" It ate the food it ne'er had eat, 
And round and round it flew. 
The ice did split with a thunder-fit ; 
The helmsman steered us through. 

" And a good south wind sprung up behind ; 

The Albatross did follow, 

And every day, for food or play, 

Came to the mariner's hollo ! 



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" In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, 1 

It perched for vespers nine ; 2 

Whiles 3 all the night, through fog-smoke white, 

Glimmered the white moon-shine.' ' 



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" God save thee, ancient Mariner ! 
From the fiends that plague thee thus ! — 
Why look'st thou so ? " — " With my cross-bow 
I shot the Albatross." 



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1. Shroud. The shrouds are sets of ropes which serve as stays for 
the masts of a vessel. 

2. Vespers nine, i.e. nine evenings. Vesper and Hesperus are names 
given to the evening star, especially to the planet Venus when it 
appears in the west soon after sunset. Consult the dictionary for 
other meanings of the word vesper. 

3. Whiles, meanwhile. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 8 1 

PART II 

"The Sun now rose upon the right: 1 

Out of the sea came he, 

Still hid in mist, and on the left 85 

Went down into the sea. 

14 And the good south wind still blew behind, 

But no sweet bird did follow, 

Nor any day for food or play 

Come to the mariners' hollo ! 90 

" And I had done a hellish thing, 

And it would work 'em woe : 

For all averred, I had killed the bird 

That made the breeze to blow. 

* Ah wretch ! ' said they, < the bird to slay, 95 

That made the breeze to blow ! ' 

" Nor dim nor red, like God's own head 

The glorious sun uprist : 2 

Then all averred, I had killed the bird 

That brought the fog and mist. 100 

*'Twas right,' said they, 'such birds to slay, 

That bring the fog and mist.' 

1. The Sun now rose upon the right. This indicates that the vessel 
had turned about and was going northward. The poet says in his 
notes that she soon entered the Pacific Ocean. 

2. Nor dim nor red, etc. The sun now rose clear and bright, and not 
dim or red, as when seen through mist or fog; and the sailors justified 
the Mariner, thinking that by his act the fog had been dispersed. 
Uprist means uprose. 



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" The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, 
The furrow followed free ; * 

We were the first that ever burst 105 

Into that silent sea. 2 

"Down dropped the breeze, the sails dropped down, 

'T was sad as sad could be ; 

And we did speak only to break 

The silence of the sea ! no 

" All in a hot and copper sky, 
The bloody Sun, at noon, 
Right up above 'the mast did stand, 
No bigger than the Moon. 

" Day after day, day after day, 115 

We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; 
As idle as a painted ship 
Upon a painted ocean. 

" Water, water, everywhere, 

And all the boards did shrink ; 120 

Water, water, everywhere, 

Nor any drop to drink. 

" The very deep did rot : O Christ ! 
That ever this should be ! 

1. The furrow followed free, i.e. the track, or wake, left by the ship 
appeared to be gladly following her. 

2. That silent sea. The vessel had reached the equator. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 83 

Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 125 

Upon the slimy sea. 

" About, about, in reel and rout 

The death-fires 1 danced at night ; 

The water, like a witch's oils, 

Burnt green, and blue, and white. 130 

" And some in dreams assured were 
Of the spirit that plagued us so ; 2 
Nine fathom deep he had followed us 
From the land of mist and snow. 

" And every tongue, through utter drought, 135 

Was withered at the root ; 

We could not speak, no more than if 

We had been choked with soot. 

" Ah ! well-a-day ! what evil looks 

Had I from old and young ! 140 

Instead of the cross, the Albatross 

About my neck was hung." 

1. Death-fires. There is a superstition that death is sometimes 
foreshadowed by death-fires or fetch-lights. In this instance the fires 
presaged the death of the sailors. 

2. The spirit that plagued us so. This was " the lonesome spirit 
from the south pole," who was seeking revenge for the death of the 
albatross. 



84 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

PART III 

" There passed a weary time. Each throat 

Was parched, and glazed each eye. 

A weary time ! a weary time ! 145 

How glazed each weary eye, 

When, looking westward, I beheld 

A something in the sky. 

" At first it seemed a little speck, 

And then it seemed a mist ; 150 

It moved and moved, and took at last 

A certain shape, I wist. 1 

" A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! 

And still it neared and neared : 

As if it dodged a water-sprite, 155 

It plunged and tacked and veered. 

" With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, 

We could nor laugh nor wail ; 

Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! 

I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, 160 

And cried, ' A sail ! a sail ! ' 

" With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, 
Agape 2 they heard me call : 
Gramercy ! 3 they for joy did grin, 

1. I wist, I knew. 

2. Agape, with mouths open as though surprised. 

3. Gramercy (from the French grand-merci), an exclamation for- 
merly used to denote thankfulness with surprise. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 85 

And all at once their breath drew in, 165 

As they were drinking all. 

" See ! see ! (I cried) she tacks no more ! 

Hither to work us weal, 1 

Without a breeze, without a tide, 

She steadies with upright keel ! 170 

" The western wave was all a-flame, 

The day was well-nigh done ! 

Almost upon the western wave 

Rested the broad bright Sun ; 

When that strange shape drove suddenly 175 

Betwixt us and the Sun. 

" And straight 2 the Sun was flecked with bars, 3 

(Heaven's Mother 4 send us grace!) 

As if through a dungeon grate he peered 

With broad and burning face. 180 

" Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) 
How fast she nears and nears ! 
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, 
Like restless gossameres ? 5 

"Are those her ribs through which the Sun 185 
Did peer, as through a grate ? 

1. To work us weal, to do us good. 

2. Straight, straightway, immediately. 

3. The Sun was flecked with bars. The frame of the skeleton ship 
showed clearly against the setting sun as she passed before it. 

4. Heaven's Mother, the Virgin Mary. 

5. Gossameres, gossamers, cobwebs. 



86 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

And is that Woman all her crew ? 
Is that a Death ? and are there two ? 
Is Death that woman's mate ? 

" Her lips were red, her looks were free, 190 

Her locks were yellow as gold : 
Her skin was as white as leprosy, 
The Nightmare Life-in-Death * was she 
Who thicks man's blood with cold. 

" The naked hulk alongside came, 195 

And the twain were casting dice ; 
4 The game is done ! I 've won, I 've won ! ' 
Quoth she, and whistles thrice. 

" The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out ; 

At one stride comes the dark ; 2 200 

With far-heard whisper o'er the sea 

Off shot the spectre-bark. 

" We listened and looked sideways up ! 

Fear at my heart, as at a cup, 

My life-blood seemed to sip ! 205 

The stars were dim, and thick the night, 

The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; 

From the sails the dew did drip — 

1. The Nightmare Life-in-Death. In this strange being the poet 
personifies the state of a person who lives, as it were, in the shadow of 
death. The condition called " nightmare" was formerly believed to be 
caused by the witch Nightmare, who oppressed people during sleep. 

2. At one stride comes the dark. This is a wonderful picture of the 
sudden fall of night near the equator, where there is no twilight. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 87 

Till clomb l above the eastern bar 

The horned Moon, with one bright star 210 

Within the nether tip. 2 

" One after one, by the star-dogged Moon, 

Too quick for groan or sigh, 

Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, 

And cursed me with his eye. 215 

" Four times fifty living men, 
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan) 
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, 
They dropped down one by one. 

" The souls did from their bodies fly, — 220 

They fled to bliss or woe ! 

And every soul, it passed me by, 

Like the whizz of my cross-bow ! " 

PART IV 

" I fear thee, 3 ancient Mariner ! 

I fear thy skinny hand ! 225 

And thou art long, and lank, and brown, 4 

As is the ribbed sea-sand. 

1. Clomb, climbed ; an old form. 

2. The horned moon, etc. Coleridge says in a note : " It is a common 
superstition among sailors that something evil is about to happen when- 
ever a star dogs the moon." 

3. I fear thee. The wedding guest imagined that the Mariner died 
with the rest of the sailors and that he was talking with a ghost. 

4. And thou art long, etc. This line and the line following were 
written by Wordsworth. 



88 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

" I fear thee and thy glittering eye, 

And thy skinny hand, so brown." — 

" Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest ! 230 

This body dropped not down. 

" Alone, alone, all, all alone, 

Alone on a wide, wide sea ! 

And never a saint took pity on 

My soul in agony. 235 

" The many men, so beautiful ! 
And they all dead did lie: 
And a thousand thousand slimy things 
Lived on ; and so did I. 

" I looked upon the rotting sea, 240 

And drew my eyes away; 

I looked upon the rotting deck, 

And there the dead men lay. 

" I looked to heaven and tried to pray ; 

But or ever a prayer had gusht, 245 

A wicked whisper came, and made 

My heart as dry as dust. 

" I closed my lids, and kept them close, 

And the balls like pulses beat ; 

For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, 1 250 

Lay like a load on my weary eye, 

And the dead were at my feet. 

1. For the sky, etc. This line, with its repetitions, and the extra 
length of the stanza, tend to make one feel the load that was pressing 
upon the Mariner. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 89 

" The cold sweat melted from their limbs, 

Nor rot nor reek did they : 

The look with which they looked on me 255 

Had never passed away. 

" An orphan's curse would drag to hell 

A spirit from on high ; 

But oh ! more horrible than that 

Is a curse in a dead man's eye ! 260 

Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, 

And yet I could not die. 

" The moving Moon went up the sky, 

And nowhere did abide : 

Softly she was going up, 265 

And a star or two beside — 

" Her beams bemocked the sultry main, 1 

Like April hoar-frost spread ; 

But where the ship's huge shadow lay, 

The charmed water burnt alway 270 

A still and awful red. 

" Beyond the shadow of the ship, 

I watched the water-snakes : 

They moved in tracks of shining white, 

And when they reared, the elfish light 275 

Fell off in hoary flakes. 2 

1. Bemocked the sultry main, mocked the sultry ocean. 

2. They moved, etc. This description is true of fish of all kinds on 
a dark night when there is a great deal of phosphorus in the water. 



90 FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

" Within the shadow of the ship 

I watched their rich attire : 

Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, 

They coiled and swam ; and every track 280 

Was a flash of golden fire. 

" O happy living things ! no tongue 

Their beauty might declare : 

A spring of love gushed from my heart, 

And I blessed them unaware : 285 

Sure my kind saint took pity on me, 

And I blessed them unaware. 

€ 

" The selfsame moment I could pray ; 

And from my neck so free 

The Albatross fell off, and sank 290 

Like lead into the sea." 

PART V 

" O Sleep ! it is a gentle thing, 

Beloved from pole to pole ! 

To Mary Queen the praise be given ! 

She sent the gentle sleep from heaven, 295 

That slid into my soul. 

" The silly 1 buckets on the deck, 

That had so long remained, 

I dreamt that they were filled with dew ; 

And when I awoke, it rained. 300 

1. Silly, frail. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 9 1 

" My lips were wet, my throat was cold, 
My garments all were dank ; x 
Sure I had drunken in my dreams, 
And still my body drank. 

" I moved, and could not feel my limbs : 305 

I was so light — almost 

I thought that I had died in sleep, 

And was a blessed ghost. 

" And soon I heard a roaring wind : 

It did not come anear; 310 

But with its sound it shook the sails, 

That were so thin and sere. 

" The upper air burst into life ! 

And a hundred fire-flags sheen, 2 

To and fro they were hurried about ! 315 

And to and fro, and in and out, 

The wan 3 stars danced between. 

" And the coming wind did roar more loud, 
And the sails did sigh like sedge ; 
And the rain poured down from one black cloud, 320 
The Moon was at its edge. 

" The thick black cloud was cleft, and still 

The Moon was at its side : 

Like waters shot from some high crag, 

The lightning fell with never a jag, 3 2 5 

A river steep and wide. 

1. Dank, damp, wet ; seldom used in prose. 

2. Sheen, bright, glittering. 3. Wan, pale. 



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" The loud wind never reached the ship, 

Yet now the ship moved on ! 

Beneath the lightning and the Moon 

The dead men gave a groan. 330 

"They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, 
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; 
It had been strange, even in a dream, 
To have seen those dead men rise. 

"The helmsman steered, the ship moved on ; 335 

Yet never a breeze up blew ; 

The mariners all gan work 1 the ropes, 

Where they were wont to do ; 

They raised their limbs like lifeless tools — 

We were a ghastly crew. 340 

" The body of my brother's son 
Stood by me, knee to knee : 
The body and I pulled at one rope, 
But he said nought to me." 

" I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! " 345 

" Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest ! 

'T was not those souls that fled in pain, 

Which to their corses came again, 

But a troop of spirits blest : 

" For when it dawned — they dropped their arms, 350 
And clustered round the mast ; 

I. Gan work, did work, or began to work. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 93 

Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths, 
And from their bodies passed. 

" Around, around, flew each sweet sound, 

Then darted to the Sun ; 355 

Slowly the sounds came back again, 

Now mixed, now one by one. 

" Sometimes a-dropping from the sky 1 

I heard the sky-lark sing ; 

Sometimes all little birds that are, 360 

How they seemed to fill the sea and air 

With their sweet jargoning ! 2 

" And now 't was like all instruments, 

Now like a lonely flute ; 

And now it is an angel's song, 365 

That makes the heavens be mute. 

" It ceased ; yet still the sails made on 

A pleasant noise till noon, 

A noise like of a hidden brook 

In the leafy month of June, 370 

That to the sleeping woods all night 

Singeth a quiet tune. 

" Till noon we quietly sailed on, 

Yet never a breeze did breathe : 

Slowly and smoothly went the ship, 375 

Moved onward from beneath. 

1. Sometimes a-dropping, etc. Notice what a pleasant interlude is 
made by this stanza and the three which follow. 

2. Jargoning, confused sounds. 



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" Under the keel nine fathom deep, 

From the land of mist and snow, 

The spirit slid : and it was he 

That made the ship to go. 380 

The sails at noon left off their tune, 

And the ship stood still also. 

" The Sun, right up above the mast, 

Had fixed her to the ocean : 

But in a minute she gan stir, 385 

With a short uneasy motion — 

Backwards and forwards half her length, 

With a short uneasy motion. 

" Then, like a pawing horse let go, 

She made a sudden bound : 390 

It flung the blood into my head, 

And I fell down in a swound. 1 

" How long in that same fit I lay, 

I have not to declare ; 

But ere my living life returned, 395 

I heard, and in my soul discerned 

Two voices in the air. 2 



1. I fell down in a swound. The poet explains that the vessel, 
driven by angelic power, sped on with extreme rapidity, and that the 
Mariner was put into a trance because he could not have endured the 
motion. 

2. Two voices in the air. These were the voices of spirits who felt 
the wrong that had been done to the Spirit of the South Pole by the 
killing of the albatross, 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 95 

" < Is it he ? ' quoth one, ' Is this the man ? 

By Him who died on cross, 

With his cruel bow he laid full low 400 

The harmless Albatross. 

" ' The spirit who bideth by himself 

In the land of mist and snow, 

He loved the bird that loved the man 

Who shot him with his bow/ 405 

" The other was a softer voice, 

As soft as honey-dew ; 1 

Quoth he, ' The man hath penance done, 

And penance more will do/ " 

PART VI 

First Voice 

" i But tell me, tell me ! speak again, 410 

Thy soft response renewing — 

What makes that ship drive on so fast ? 

What is the ocean doing ? ' 

Second Voice 

" ' Still as a slave before his lord, 

The ocean hath no blast ; 415 

His great bright eye most silently 

Up to the Moon is cast — 

1. Honey-dew, a sweet substance found in small drops on the leaves 
of trees and plants, 



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" ' If he may know x which way to go ; 

For she guides him smooth or grim. 2 

See, brother, see ! how graciously 420 

She looketh down on him/ 

First Voice 

" ' But why drives on that ship so fast, 
Without or wave or wind ? ' 

Second Voice 

" i The air is cut away before, 

And closes from behind. 425 

" ' Fly, brother, fly ! more high, more high ! 
Or we shall be belated : 
For slow and slow that ship will go, 
When the Mariner's trance is abated.' 

" I woke, and we were sailing on 430 

As in a gentle weather : 

'T was night, calm night, the moon was high ; 
The dead men stood together. 

" All stood together on the deck, 

For a charnel-dungeon 3 fitter : 435 

All fixed on me their stony eyes, 

That in the Moon did glitter. 

1. If he may know, so that he may know. 

2. For she guides him, etc., i.e. whether smooth or rough, the ocean 
is always guided by the moon. 

3. Charnel-dungeon, a vault where the bones of the dead are kept. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 97 

"The pang, the curse, with which they died, 
Had never passed away : 

I could not draw my eyes from theirs, 440 

Nor turn them up to pray. 

" And now this spell was snapped : once more 

I viewed the ocean green, 

And looked far forth, yet little saw 

Of what had else been seen — 445 

" Like one that on a lonesome road 

Doth walk in fear and dread, 

And having once turned round walks on, 

And turns no more his head ; 

Because he knows, a frightful fiend 450 

Doth close behind him tread. 

" But soon there breathed a wind on me, 

Nor sound nor motion made : 

Its path was not upon the sea, 

In ripple or in shade. 455 

" It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, 
Like a meadow-gale of spring — 
It mingled strangely with my fears, 
Yet it felt like a welcoming. 

" Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, 460 

Yet she sailed softly too : 

Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — 

On me alone it blew. 



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" Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed 

The light-house top I see ? 465 

Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? 

Is this mine own countree ? * 

"We drifted o'er the harbor bar, 2 

And I with sobs did pray — 

O let me be awake, my God ! 470 

Or let me sleep alway. 

"The harbor bay was clear as glass, 3 

So smoothly it was strewn ! 

And on the bay the moonlight lay, 

And the shadow* of the Moon. 475 

" The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, 
That stands above the rock : 
The moonlight steeped in silentness 
The steady weathercock. 

" And the bay was white with silent light, 480 

Till, rising from the same, 

Full many shapes, that shadows were, 

In crimson colors came. 

"A little distance from the prow 

Those crimson shadows were : 485 

1. Countree, country ; this form of the word occurs frequently in old 
ballads. 

2. Harbor bar, a bank of sand or other matter at the mouth of a 
harbor, which obstructs navigation. 

3. The harbor bay, etc. Notice the effect of quietness produced by 
this line and the eight which follow. 



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 99 

I turned my eyes upon the deck — 
Oh, Christ ! what saw I there ! 

" Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, 

And by the holy rood ! 1 

A man all light, a seraph-man, 490 

On every corse there stood. 

" This seraph-band, each waved his hand : 

It was a heavenly sight ! 

They stood as signals to the land, 

Each one a lovely light ; 495 

" This seraph-band, each waved his hand, 
No voice did they impart 2 — 
No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank * 
Like music on my heart. 

" But soon I heard the dash of oars, 500 

I heard the Pilot's cheer ; 

My head was turned perforce away, 

And I saw a boat appear. 

"The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, 

I heard them coming fast : 505 

Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy 

The dead men could not blast. 

" I saw a third — I heard his voice : 

It is the Hermit good ! 

He singeth loud his godly hymns 510 

1. Holy rood, holy cross. 2. Impart, give forth, send forth. 



LofC. 



IOO FIVE ENGLISH POETS 

That he makes in the wood. 

He '11 shrieve 1 my soul, he '11 wash away 

The Albatross's blood." 

PART VII 

" This Hermit good lives in that wood 

Which slopes down to the sea. 515 

How loudly his sweet voice he- rears ! 

He loves to talk with mariner es 

That come from a far countree. 

" He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — 

He hath a cushion plump : 520 

It is the moss that wholly hides 

The rotted old oak-stump. 

" The skiff -boat neared : I heard them talk, 

' Why, this is strange, I trow ! 2 

Where are those lights so many and fair, 525 

That signal made but now ? ' 

" ' Strange, by my faith ! ' the Hermit said — 

'And they answered not our cheer. 

The planks look warped ! and see those sails, 

How thin they are and sere ! 530 

I never saw aught like to them, 

Unless perchance it were 

1. Shrieve, shrive, hear confession and pronounce absolution. In 
the earlier ages of the Christian Church it was not uncommon for men 
to live as hermits, devoting themselves to fasting, penance, and prayer. 

2. Trow (pronounced tro), think. 



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" ■ Brown skeletons of leaves that lag 

My forest-brook along ; 

When the ivy-tod J is heavy with snow, 535 

And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, 

That eats the she-wolf's young/ 

" ' Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look — 

(The Pilot made reply) 

I am af eared,' 2 — ' Push on, push on ! ' 540 

Said the Hermit cheerily. 

" The boat came closer to the ship, 

But I nor spake nor stirred ; 

The boat came close beneath the ship, 

And straight a sound was heard. 545 

" Under the water it rumbled on, 
Still louder and more dread : 
It reached the ship, it split the bay : 
The ship went down like lead. 

" Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, 550 

Which sky and ocean smote, 

Like one that hath been seven days drowned 

My body lay afloat ; 

But, swift as dreams, myself I found 

Within the Pilot's boat. 555 

" Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, 
The boat spun round and round ; 

I. Ivy-tod, ivy-bush. 2. Af eared, afraid ; an old form. 



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And all was still, save that the hill 
Was telling of the sound. 

" I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked 560 

And fell down in a fit ; 

The holy Hermit raised his eyes, 

And prayed where he did sit. 

" I took the oars : the Pilot's boy, 

Who now doth crazy go, 565 

Laughed loud and long, and all the while 

His eyes went to and fro. 

' Ha ! Ha ! ' quoth, he, * full plain I see, 

The Devil knows how to row.' 

" And now, all in my own countree, 570 

I stood on the firm land ! 

The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, 

And scarcely he could stand. 

" ' O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man ! ' 

The Hermit crossed his brow. 1 575 

' Say quick/ quoth he, ' I bid thee say — 

What manner of man art thou ? ' 

" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched 
With a woeful agony, 

Which forced me to begin my tale ; 580 

And then it left me free. 

1. The Hermit crossed his brow. He did this to ward off evil, for he 
feared that the Mariner was a wicked spirit in human form. 



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" Since then, at an uncertain hour, 

That agony returns : 

And till my ghastly tale is told, 

This heart within me burns. 585 

" I pass, like night, from land to land ; 

I have strange power of speech ; 

That moment that his face I see, 

I know the man that must hear me : 

To him my tale I teach. 590 

" What loud uproar bursts from that door ! 

The wedding-guests are there : 

But in the garden-bower the bride 

And bride-maids singing are : 

And hark the little vesper bell, 1 595 

Which biddeth me to prayer. 

" O Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath been 

Alone on a wide wide sea : 

So lonely 't was, that God himself 

Scarce seemed there to be. 600 

" O sweeter than the marriage feast, 
'T is sweeter far to me, 
To walk together to the kirk 
With a goodly company ! — 

" To walk together to the kirk, 605 

And all together pray, 

1. Vesper bell, a bell calling to evening prayer. See note on 1. 76. 



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While each to his great Father bends, 
Old men, and babes, and loving friends, 
And youths and maidens gay ! 

" Farewell, farewell ! but this I tell 610 

To thee, thou Wedding-Guest ! — 
He prayeth well, who loveth well 
Both man and bird and beast. 

" He prayeth best, who loveth best 

All things both great and small ; 615 

For the dear God who loveth us, 

He made and loveth all." 

The Mariner, whose eye is bright, 

Whose beard with age is hoar, 

Is gone : and now the Wedding-Guest 620 

Turned from the Bridegroom's door. 

He went like one that hath been stunned, 

And is of sense forlorn : l 

A sadder and a wiser man 

He rose the morrow morn. 625 

1. Of sense forlorn, deprived of sense, of feeling. 



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